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My favorite one since my high school days is "Invictus"
My second favorite is "If" by Rudyard Kipling
My second favorite is "If" by Rudyard Kipling
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Perhaps I may "enlist" some help here.....(no pun intended). I remember a very short poem from many years back but I cannot find a listing for it. Perhaps one of you might recognize it (if my memory hasn't mangled it too badly)
"Morning red, Morning red.
Wilt thou shine upon me dead?
Soon the dawn it will be growing,
Then to death must I be going.
I and many trusted friends."
"Morning red, Morning red.
Wilt thou shine upon me dead?
Soon the dawn it will be growing,
Then to death must I be going.
I and many trusted friends."
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PO3 John Jeter
Over the last few years I've even bounced it off a few literature professors with no luck. Periodically I run it through the search engines again in the forlorn hope it will pop up. Oh well....... Thanks for trying anyway!
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“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
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I don't have a particular poem that I would call my favorite, but I would like to share a little poem I wrote after the 9/11 tragedy.
The Sound of Freedom
The sound of freedom cries aloud
Within a people whose hearts are proud.
So fight us you may by day or night
We will not faulter; we will unite.
By land and air or even the sea
America says "Don't mess with me.
The Sound of Freedom
The sound of freedom cries aloud
Within a people whose hearts are proud.
So fight us you may by day or night
We will not faulter; we will unite.
By land and air or even the sea
America says "Don't mess with me.
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Poem? Poems. My Mother Read A. A. Milne to me and I read it to my Children and Grandchildren. I guess it is a Grandpa thing. Also love Sneetches by Dr Seuss (Theodore Guisel).
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