ONE SAD MORN
In a lonely little village
Was the tolling of a bell.
Deep in our hearts
A sad story it tells.
Deceased our dear, old general
Who fought with heart so brave,
In honor of our land and country,
And stars and stripes to save.
MY VIEW
A poor shabby boy;
But an ambitious poet,
And in most appealing way
He’d love for the world to know it.
For now he sits and dreams
Of which he can’t depart,
And deep in his soul lies
That beautiful hidden art.
God gives him the power
And a clean mind to compose,
He gathers beauties from an unseen garden,
Where he dwells when his soul is reposed.
He has a high standard in thought
As the richest man of the day,
And wears a smile, though destitute
For this is just his way.
THE FADING ROSES
Here lies the roses that’s fading away,
With their memories of a brighter day;
Just like the heat, are withering them dear,
The loss of your love brings sorrow and care.
These roses go back to nature’s review,
They’ll regain their lives and bloom anew,
But if my poor heart could be repaired
With kindness of nature which roses are shared
’Twould remove all sorrow and enter sweet refrain
Then my heart would bud and bloom again.