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This is a short poem I wrote imitating the poem structure similar to Walt Whitman. Using parallelism, free-verse components, and adding personal touches, I created a poem to express feelings shared throughout the country during the Vietnam war. I understand not everyone shared these views and I'm not stating this was...

Homemade Silver Bells

A Christmas story of yester years. How I remember it.

When God Whispered My Name

The draw. The pulling along as we seek what is drawing us. There's a whisper on the wind that can be heard faintly, like a soft breeze blowing across the fields of hay. The love of a Father waits for your heart to draw near to him. He draws you. He pulls you like a kite on a string, gently he pulls you in his direct...