"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
Remembrance of older times, when we fell to sleep,
A little elf would land upon our roof, and down
The chimney creep, but with all my might
I could not keep my eyelids pried apart, perchance
To see the sprite lay cherished gifts under our tree.
One snowy Christmas day, my brothers trounced
Near my bed, "Awake," they shouted with open glee, "Come,
And see where Santa's sleigh landed high upon our roof."
I, not one to reject the offer of proof that the merry
Elf exists, not I to deny a lie foretold from ancient times
Of a Saint, who gave gifts to little ones who believe, but
Here was the solidifier of the fib, my sled marks
Trail down the roof, who was I to break their heart.
(A.N. Here is 14 line free-verse poem for the season. I wrote a short-short story if this tale, and when I came to Wattpad I published it. https://www.wattpad.com/2826523-my-brothers-part-ii-a-perfect-christmas)
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(This photo is of myself and my oldest brother, Walter W. Smith, Jr. This is about the age this story happened. The cover photo is of my brother's, the Christmas of 1953, the year I was born.)
