by Robert Carson | Apr 15, 2012 | Poetry
‘Honoured ever be their name bruit the courage of the slain.’ In the land of the loyal where brave souls sleep The willows in silent homage weep The song of the birds, the new-mown grass The words of the fallen who speak of the past… What stories of courage...
by Robert Carson | Mar 26, 2012 | Poetry
What of poets with their high-sounding words That speak of love and Heaven-singing birds. Whose eyes see only precious things All tripping lambs and seraphs’ wings. What of unbolted hate and fear Those voices growing ever near… Do poets know what it’s like to...
by Robert Carson | Mar 21, 2012 | Poetry
The loveliest moonlit night of all When one might hear a teardrop fall. And, there, a soldier was laid to rest His arms enfolded on his breast. Who ever he was –a brave man died A wife back home with sorrow cried. I see him, awkward in his youth- Then marching as a...
by Robert Carson | Mar 15, 2012 | Poetry
Solitary harbinger of the coming dawn The Blackbird sings his plaintive song. All other birds, it seems, have flown He sings -as if- for Spring alone. That quickening of all doubts and fears His voice sounds strident to our ears. He watches, there, amongst the leaves...
by Robert Carson | Mar 10, 2012 | Poetry
By winds and tides of fortune tossed A much-loved friend whom we have lost. And in your parting from our lives Cruel Fate upon His charger rides. To be held in such high esteem We lesser men but fondly dream. The light of morning’s growing dim The birds their...
