In the spirit of what this blog is about, as well as what it is focused on and, for those who have yet to come across them, the following is shared:
flowers of hope
searching for flowers of hope
within the snow and ice of a cold,
indifferent and hostile world;
growing impatient for life's endless
winter to pass, since spring's warmth
may not be enough to compel these
expectant blossoms to rise and flower.
like so many others mindlessly
trampled, leaving the world barren;
desolate of those whose faith, beauty,
passion, strength and resolve would
usually still be able to rise, had they not
had that spirit carelessly plucked from them.
by Morgan W. Brown
White River Junction, Vermont
March 1999
To read from the author's previously private journal
concerning the time period the above poem was written,
go to:
Norsehorse's Home Turf Retro-Blog
[click here]
A blast from the past
a home is a garden of life
let people find a place
where they can plant
fertile seeds-that contain
their own hopes and dreams,
from which they may then
draw harvests of plenty to
share with others and,
which they will call home,
for it is a garden where
lives thrive and are grown.
by Morgan W. Brown
Montpelier, Vermont
May 1999
