Poem of the Month

February 2011

OF MICE AND MEN

IF I COULD WALK,WITH MICE AND MEN
AND BREATHE A SIGH OF LIFE AGAIN
I WOULD NOT WANDER OR GIVE ACCOUNT
ABOUT MY TIME OR ITS AMOUNT
FOR IN THE ANNALS OF MY MIND
IN ALL MY LIVES I'VE BEEN SO KIND
FOR NEVER ONCE DID I IN FEAR
ATTACK THE ONES THAT I HELD DEAR
MY SOUL IN GLORY SHONE RIGHT THROUGH
AND THEN TRANSCEND TO PASTURES NEW
TO WALK WITH MICE AND MEN.

IF I COULD WALK WITH MICE AND MEN
AND BREATHE A SIGH OF LIFE AGAIN
NOT ONE MOMENT WOULD I WASTE
OR RUSH AROUND IN VACANT HASTE
FOR I WOULD STAND AND GAZE AROUND
UNTIL WITHIN MY SIGHT I FOUND
THE TREE OF LIFE WHILE IN FULL BLOOM
AS FROM HER BOUGHS SWEET FRUITS WOULD LOOM
THEN ALL IN NATURE THEY WOULD LONG
TO SWAY WITHIN HER SIRENSONG
AND WALK WITH MICE AND MEN

Love and Light

Phil T