Proud to be American Do you know what you’ve done to me? You made me happier than I thought I could be All my life I’ve tried to do What you’ve done so easily You make me proud to be American You make me happy to shop at the mall I’ll sit in church and sing with you I’ll dance Read More

We all children I went home to see my Mother In the quiet house. Children, twelve, had we been And children we returned. Shades of tomorrow we all Have plucking at our heels. “Look at me,” they say, each one, Young dreams, attention-starved. Constantly our shades will clamor If we regard them still. Mother watched her shades leave her And Read More

Ovid Weeps for Me When first I heard your distant cry, It cut exceeding fine And loosed my heart to rise to you; But I would not let it go. How true the premonition: What’s given is ne’er regained. You stooped down to find my gate; I was faint to let you in. I never thought one so high as Read More

Living Water I found you standing by the stream That ate away the earth Laid over all your ugly roots, Your lumps and bobs and warps. Those desperate roots drove deep backwards To seek besmirching soil, While clear below the brook sipped sup, All laughing, loving you. The pebbles on the floor of her Are round and safely smooth. The Read More