Perceived, I did, a gentle dropOf water fallen from the topNot of a high ambitious thingBut from the sky it filled my cup For cover, was my first withdrawThe ground was mud before I sawA ray between the cloud so highIt filled the scene with wondering awe Twas gloom, I thought the rains should bringYetContinue reading “Heaven’s Tears”
Category Archives: Poetry
Like You Like Me
We are the same, even when we play a different game.
The Apple Tree
Fire never put out flames
The Fallen Tree
Do ideas not shared mean they aren’t valuable?
The Bitter Sweet
The things that change.
The Unimportant
Sometimes the least important acts are the most important.
What You Can See
It’s important to focus on what you can see rather than trying to protect for what you can not.
Gardening
The story of how letting one weed go can turn into a nightmare.
Country Music
Sometimes, those country songs hit right, in the hardest way.
Thirsty
Sometimes, one cup is just not enough.
Jacob Gittins 