Washington Irving Poems - Poems about Washington Irving

... "There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of......

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...The sign he reads out loud, “There’s holes ahead.” The Rip Van Winkle Bridge quite disturbs me. A story book that’s come to life — with head To lose. My dad inches along bravely. The c......

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...RIP-NODDING TIL TWO At dawn’s early light, i’m up and at it. Mid-morning eyes close in lair, where I sit. Not merely a wink. A twenty year blink. Wake up with cobwebs - Van Winkle’d a bit. ......

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...For twenty years, Tears in-between, Rain and rust And gray-beard dust. A flooded flagon, Empty-dry. Laid aside. A spook to his wolf, savior to the squirrels. A languid man snores While r......

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...Ichabod Crane sprang from the brain Of someone most deserving Of Sunnyside, his proud domain. His name? Washington Irving. He also wrote a tale of note About one Rip Van Winkle Who found a sl......

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...The October night was dark and cold, As the autumn sun was going down, When I recalled the legends I had been told, About this sleepy, little town. There were tales about the haunted woods, Th......

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...“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and uns......

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