Category Archives: Poetry

One ship sails East, And one sails West, By the self-same wind that blows; ‘Tis the set of the sail And not the gale, That determines the way it goes. Like the ships of the sea Are the ways of … Continue reading →

     I know the year is dying,     Soon the summer will be dead.     I can trace it in the flying     Of the black crows overhead;     I can hear it in the rustle     Of the dead leaves as I pass,     And … Continue reading →