A Cathedral of Tree

Weary of the church, its pomp and circumstance, I went a roaming, Searching for a sacred place. I found a cathedral amidst the trees, Angelic singing at the ocean’s edge; Received wise council from a passing stranger, And found salvation in a child’s eyes. The church soon lay in ruin, Strangled by it’s own corruption….

Australia: Les Murray

  Leslie Allan Murray AO (17 October 1938 – 29 April 2019) was an Australian poet, anthologist, and critic. His career spanned over 40 years and he published nearly 30 volumes of poetry as well as two verse novels and collections of his prose writings. Translations of Murray’s poetry have been published in 11 languages: French, German, Italian, Catalan, Spanish, Norwegian, Danish,…

I Love This Land Australia

by Francis Duggan I love this Land Australia of gum and wattle tree This vast and sunlit Continent is home from home for me And though I come from a distant Land when I have had my day Than underneath Australian soil where better place to lay. I love this Land Australia home of the…

Australia: A. D. Hope

Alec Derwent Hope AC OBE (21 July 1907 – 13 July 2000) was an Australian poet and essayist known for his satirical slant. He was also a critic, teacher and academic. He Hope was born in Cooma, New South Wales. His father was a Presbyterian minister and his mother a teacher. He was educated partly…

My Promise

by Dan P. Brown If you were my rose, then I’d be your sun, painting you rainbows when the rains come. I’d change my orbit to banish the night, as to keep you in my nurturing light. If you were my world, then I’d be your moon, your silent protector, a night-light in the gloom….

Your Valentine

by  Debra L. Brown   I sent a rose to you today, I hope you didn’t mind. I left it with the Archangel who was standing just outside. I left a note upon it. Signed, To my Valentine. The simple words were blurred from the tears I could not hide. You have enriched my life…

Snowball

By Shel Silverstein   I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I’d keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

Being Brave At Night

By Edgar Guest   The other night ’bout two o’clock, or maybe it was three, An elephant with shining tusks came chasing after me. His trunk was wavin’ in the air an’  spoutin’ jets of steam An’ he was out to eat me up, but still I didn’t scream Or let him see that I was…

Sick

By Shel Silverstein   “I cannot go to school today,” Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox…

Whales: An Innocent Death

As the gentle giants swim through the sea, Not expecting a thing, A sharp metal object is heading their way, And they feel a sharp sting. They don’t know what happened, But they feel a lot of pain, The innocent creatures, Are pulled up by a chain. Now they’ve figured it out, They know what’s…