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Baby Boomers

Proud parents’
View of nursery
And newborns.

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Where’s Mine?

Search is like
Looking for needle
In bike rack.

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God’s Glory And Man’s

Ah, the nights!
There are the stars and
Manmade lights.

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* The haiku I write are lines of 3-5-3 syllables instead of 5-7-5.

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…………………Stars

How countlessly they congregate
…O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
…When wintry winds do blow! –

As if with keenness for our fate,
…Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
…Invisible as dawn –

And yet with neither love nor hate
…Those stars like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
…Without the gift of sight.

The Poet And His Songs

As the birds come in the Spring,
We know not from where;
As the stars come at evening
From depths of the air;

As the rain comes from the cloud,
And the brook from the ground;
As suddenly, low or loud,
Out of silence a sound;

As the grape comes to the vine,
The fruit to the tree;
As the wind comes to the pine,
And the tide to the sea;

As come the white sails of ships
O’er the ocean’s verge;
As comes the smile to the lips,
The foam to the surge;

So come to the Poet his songs,
All hitherward blow
From the misty realm, that belongs
To the vast Unknown.

His, and not his, are the lays
He sings; and their fame
Is his, and not his; and the praise
And the pride of a name.

For voices pursue him by day,
And haunt him by night,
And he listens, and needs must obey,
When the Angel says, “Write!”