by Robert Carson | Mar 1, 2013 | Poetry
Winter storms crash over the lonely dunes, Debris from continents, like fragments of a lost city Weave and dip then ride high on the surge. Footprints press lightly into the soft sand, And the gulls scream their defiance of Man.
by Robert Carson | Jan 30, 2013 | Poetry
Life has its season and its time Untouched by words of prose or rhyme When skies seem sullen and forlorn The will-o’-the-wisp of summer’s gone. Here, I raise my glass–to you a toast May happiness be your constant boast! And though, alas, we all grow old May all your...
by Robert Carson | Jan 28, 2013 | Poetry
I met someone in town today Who told me how she used to play By a grave, where Penny Farthing lay. It seems that no-one knew his name One of the many young men slain. But, here, he found some peace and rest And, here, he lies, for ever...
by Robert Carson | Jan 2, 2013 | Poetry
How sweetly you sang in the silence of night ‘Tomorrow -arise from the trenches to fight…’ While some tried to whistle along with your tune The stars of the Heavens played court to the moon. And, then, comes the hour –that gathering sound Advance men, advance,...
by Robert Carson | Dec 30, 2012 | Poetry
Though few kiss the tip of the wings of a bird All share the joys, and the sorrows, of love. The wheels of the Seasons forever will turn The cauldron of fire in the sky ever burn. The celestial flight, that is Life, is soon gone We live, in your hearts, as a poem or a...
