The Quality Of Courage
Black trees against an orange sky,
Trees that the wind shook terribly,
Like a harsh spume along the road,
Quavering up like withered arms,
Black trees against an orange sky,
Trees that the wind shook terribly,
Like a harsh spume along the road,
Quavering up like withered arms,
O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips:
What is your word
What question would you broach
Your lustrous-warm eyes are too sadly kind To mask the me...
LY over the plain away,
Where by the boldest man no
Cut before thee thou canst discern,
Make for thyself a path
It is in the small things we see it
The child's first step,as awesome as an earthquake
The first time you rode a bike,wallowing up the sidewalk
The first spanking when your heartwent on a journey all alone