I heard the day song clearer than the night.
I heard it o’er the distant autumn hills.
The hope of those who live to see the light;
Whose legs may tire, but whose steadfast wills
The day will live to see, the stream to ford.
The once held-down – the women and the men —
I heard the day song clearer than before:
For once awake, we shall not sleep
Again
I love your poems! Read a few of them! 🙂 I wish I had the skill to write poetry. How did you learn this craft?
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Thank you!
My mother loved poetry, and we used to read it together when I was little. She had hours of it memorized. I think I got it from her.
That and I wrote about 6,000 of them at my old blog. So I kept practicing.
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I love your poetry and essays. You are so talented.
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