My Title of Liberty

     "In Memory of our God, our religion, and freedom, and our peace, our wives, and our children." - Alma 46:12    


My Poems from March 2007

Poems on this page:
   Third Eye
   It's Not Spring

Third Eye

When my eyes closed, I was surprised;
My senses heightened, unimpaired,
I grew aware of many things
I'd earlier missed with my eyes bared.
The sounds and vibes of every kind,
Both near and far from all around.
I felt vibrations on my skin
Brought through the air or through the ground.
With two eyes closed, the third was clear
To show me what the two could not.
A vision in my brain showed all,
Above, beneath, around, the lot.
If one depends on sight too much,
Or any other sense alone,
He risks (or she) the chance he'll miss
Important things he might have known.
A man can see with perfect eyes
And still be stumbling in the night.
One needs to balance eyes and ears,
And other senses for keen sight.

March 8, 2007

It's Not Spring

The rain just fell, the air's nearly warm;
The groundhog's shadow wasn't seen.
The trees are bare, and brown, and cold,
Except the faithful evergreen.
Still, buds are showing on the limbs
With drops of rain in tow below.
The calendar says it isn't Spring,
But clearly Nature doesn't know.
When waking Spring comes to herself
And wipes her pretty eyelids clean,
She'll find her work is well begun
By someone's else's hand unseen.

March 9, 2007


Friendly, kind and patient, she
Responds to every call.
Even when she'd rather sleep,
Doing for us all.
I know it's love that drives her,
Supporting her as well.
We love her back, I hope she knows.
I hope that she can tell.
No one could do more for us,
Denying self to do
Anything we may require
   So Winda, dear, Thank you.

March 21, 2007