Wealth by Dennis Allen Lange

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This paper before me is worth more than gold,
Than all of the stocks that are bought and are sold.
It is not a map where an X marks the treasure
Nor is it a ticket to life’s greatest pleasure.
It is not a sketch by Picasso, van Gogh,
Nor numbers that won the world’s richest Lotto.
I have that which gives me more than the world’s wealth:
My doctor just gave me a clean bill of health.

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photo by Marcelo Mokrejs at
http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/misbtmE/Money+series+4

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

 

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In Love by Dennis Allen Lange

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In love, he gives what she desires
…And oft ere she would tell him so.
Her face-gleams and her fast eye-fires
…Tell him her wants he needs to know.

Because he loves, he views her face,
…As mother would her baby scan,
And sees the instant her glows grace
…The cherished cheeks he cups in hand.

Her twinkling eyes he always sees;
…They list to him what her heart stores.
He’s e’er intent on her to please;
…Love studies long what it adores.

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The photo is mine, taken in the Rose Garden in Tyler, Texas.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow by Dennis Lange

……..Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I hear heaped praise, like waves upon the shore,
And in its falling, hints to me of more –
Of gods who disagree, a distant thunder.
All I can do is read… and read – in wonder! 

It’s straight when carpenter has found his line,
Then varies naught from what’s both true and fine.
Longfellow, too, laid down the plumb and chalked it,
Then word by word and rhyme by rhyme, he walked it. 

So often did his heart leap to his throat!
So many memorable lines we know and quote!
For his poetic gift and gait, we’re grateful.
Why thus must others be so mean and hateful? 

A critic’s dab, but people’s love – deluge.
When all love Christmas, what think we of Scrooge?
The critics cannot write; they fire a mortar.
It’s pencil envy; theirs is so much shorter.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

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