by Robert Carson | Mar 11, 2013 | Poetry
A worm was feeling rather low, Life’s journey seemed to move too slow. An education would put things right, A brighter future loomed in sight… ‘The Hand of Fate sometimes conspires To thwart ambition’s blind desires ‘. He would become –before long last, A worm...
by Robert Carson | Mar 11, 2013 | Poetry
I listened in the Willow’s shade To Nature in her myriad ways. Beneath the clouds, all silver-gowned Environed by beauties all around I heard the whispering of the leaves And wished all-living things such peace. That birds flew ever overhead Whose songs to sunlit...
by Robert Carson | Mar 1, 2013 | Poetry
The heather house set upon a hill Looks down on waters clear and still. The river weaves its lustrous thread Along whose course our wanderings led. Drumlanrig, once pleasing to the eye Seemed dull beneath a Winter sky. And, then, the sun began to shine When all I saw...
by Robert Carson | Mar 1, 2013 | Poetry
And, when, I praised The Lord that night To thank Him for this world of light I heard a whispering of the leaves And thoughts of love and becalmed seas With all that would a child delight- The flowers, the stars, that shone so bright. And, when, I laid my head to rest...
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.
