• Author: Burch, Jesse
• Editor: Heinneman, Robert D.
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 2
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• Date: 09 Fall 1957
• Tags:
• poetry

The Presence

Moonlight flooding a silent room Liquid silver o’er the countryside The fragrance of apple blossom perfume Thrilling the senses in tides

Diamonds in necklaces hung from the shrubs Designed by the early dew The tinkle and chatter of nocturnals astir A nightingale’s song sifting through

The scroll work of cloud sprinkled with stars Created by the Unseen Hand Designed by God, displayed to all Beauty unequalled by man

Dedicated To Millie

The letter that you wrote to me Surprised me to no end For I thought you had forgotten My thoughtful, gentle friend

The soft words that you filled it with Touched deep within my heart Each punctuated paragraph Expressive in its art

The human spark of kindness Lies within each lilting line I savor every single word And answer it in kind

I gently place it here among The treasures I possess My Bible and my Rosary, in My velvet treasure chest

Autumn

Autumn - Autumn - dancing maiden Beauteous and color laden

Spectacular in your array Extravagant in your display

Tresses garlanded — multi-hued Gowned in finery, imbued

Temporal nymph, enchanting Miss Arouse me with your frosty kiss

Lull me in your noonday sun Oh, voluptuous and tempting one

Flee now! before cold winter’s breath Divest you even unto death

Ah! Autumn - Autumn - dancing maiden

The Best and The Worst

If the best of the best Met the worst of the worst, I wonder what the outcome would be.

If the best of the best Helped the worst of the worst, Then the worst of the worst would see

That the best of the best Were akin to the worst— No haughtier than he is he.

Soon the worst of the worst And the best of the best Would be one—

And the world would be free.