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Bryant Garnet Poem
The beaten path leads to a glen,
Filled with the songs of a lonely wren.
Near a fence where leans a rake,
Past a lake like a snake.
Down a cliff where ships at bay,
Used to hear the foghorn play.
The beaten path so weary and worn,
Is no longer prowled by wolves forlorn.
The beaten path can no more fight
Summer's green and Winter's bite.
The beaten path so near the shore
That beaten path is no more...
Copyright © Bryant Garnet | Year Posted 2011
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Bryant Garnet Poem
What can bring joy to sad eyes?
What's able to stop their cries?
And even when all is lost,
What'll lift you no matter the cost?
It's not strength for that does not last.
It's not courage for that fades fast.
The answer is not what, but who.
Who's that friend that'll stand by you?
Copyright © Bryant Garnet | Year Posted 2010
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