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 20, 2008 | Poetry
Mary, Mary, Flirtatious Mary, How do your boy friends grow, Of Soldiers, Sailors, and Airmen fair, And pretty boys all in a row, But it’s the handsome red tunicked Guardsman, Who resides in my Jardiniere,
by A. R. Lewis | Jan 22, 2008 | Poetry
Their voices echo down the years, demanding justice. “It’s the noise, echoing rebounding in the muddy trenches, The shells, continuous, shrieking, exploding in front an rear” “I’m not afraid to die, its living in this hell That causes the problem, I start to shake, my...
by A. R. Lewis | Jan 5, 2008 | Poetry
Standing around chatting and waiting Just as they did so often in the past. Medals and Banners proudly displayed, The elderly assembled to pay their respects. The sun shone brightly enhancing the day. Then into the circle solemnly marched Two lines of children in red...
by A. R. Lewis | Dec 11, 2007 | Poetry
Two old friends in leather chairs reclined, One each side of the fire, legs spread wide, They spoke in turns, sometimes not answered. Friends for so long, they knew each other’s mind. First book end, “You awake, thought you were gone”? Second bookend, “Not yet just...
