Sunday, April 18, 2010



Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a person aims high, and all goes well.

A people sometimes step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some people become what they were born for.

Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen to you

~ Sheenagh Pugh ~


Jenn said...


HermitJim said...

Very good thought for today...and every day! Thanks for sharing this...!

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Eutychus2 said...

The author's own dissatisfaction with the poem is a remarkable story; but it still continues to inspire. thanks.

edifice rex said...

Thanks ya'll! glad you enjoyed it.