Epitaph
By Merritt Malloy. When I dieGive what’s left of me awayTo childrenAnd old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry,Cry for …
By Merritt Malloy. When I dieGive what’s left of me awayTo childrenAnd old men that wait to die. And if you need to cry,Cry for …
By Michael Ondaatje, b.1943, Canada. Speaking to youthis hourthese days whenI have lost the feather of poetryand the rainsof separationsurround us tocktock like Go tablets …
Note from web author: One of the best things about retiring my small physical poem board (on the side of our road back in August) …
by Lucy Maud Montgomery, 1874-1942, Prince Edward Island. Come, rest awhile, and let us idly strayIn glimmering valleys, cool and far away. Come from the …
By Atticus, Canadian poet.
By William Carlos Williams, 1883-1963, U.S. Will it never be possibleto separate you from your greyness?Must you be always sinking backwardinto your grey-brown landscapes—and treesalways …
By Maya Angelou. Words by one remarkable woman, posted here to honour another remarkable woman: Ruth Bader Ginsburg, 1933-2020. When great trees fall,rocks on distant …
By Shel Silverstein. Small as a peanut,Big as a giant,We’re all the same sizeWhen we turn off the light. Rich as a sultan,Poor as a …
By Shel Silverstein. There is a place where the sidewalk endsAnd before the street begins,And there the grass grows soft and white,And there the sun …
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882. Kind hearts are the gardens,Kind thoughts are the roots,Kind words are the flowers,Kind deeds are the fruits. Take care of …