by A. R. Lewis | Mar 28, 2008 | Poetry
I would live a double life, The Evening Primrose is my choice. To live for just a time so brief. Yet lasting forever, I will rejoice. To see the look of wonder, As children pause and ponder, Ti see my tiny buds in seconds explode, Revealing my flowers brilliant mode....
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 28, 2008 | Poetry
To play with fish? Well it is possible. So long as your hands are gentle and patient, He lies there quietly, tail gently swaying, Then a quick pounce, at some morsel he fancies. Now lay flat on your stomach, hands outstretched, Next work one hand slowly, up behind...
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 25, 2008 | Poetry
In the middle of March, the excitement starts. Each morning I wake, and listen for sounds, Search through the window for new arrivals. Every year the same impatience for migrants. When will they come? the Swallows, the Martins. And the one the ancients called “Devil...
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 25, 2008 | Poetry
Far removed from a three ringed Circus, Billed as the greatest show on earth, Geared to making money, All captives, The audience, participants,animals and human, They gasp scream, clap at unnatural acts. Now leave it all behind you, watch nature’s show. Lean on a...
by A. R. Lewis | Mar 25, 2008 | Poetry
Childhood dawns, frosted and sparkled, To be gazed at in wonder, Through windows closed, and spider web patterned, When the cold could not be endured any longer, Back to the warmth of blankets, and siblings. Teenage dawns, shadow dispersing, secretive. Streaks of...
