At least fifteen of my poems have been published in various periodicals and anthologies. In the evening's shadows stealing on As the daylight passes away. In the grassy path or glade. When the day is past and gone For a pilgrim follower of the Land As he looks to the golden west Can gaze with hope to the world beyond Where the uneasy are at rest. Day Day is a pixie, Day is an elf.
Day is a sunbeam Unfolding itself.
And bathes in the dew. It dances o'er hilltops A tryst to renew. All rights reserved.