• Author: BENNETT, Richard
• Editor: Smith, James "Mike"
• Newspaper: The Eastern Echo volume 4
• Page Number:
• Date: 09 Fall 1959
• Tags:
• poetry

POETRY by Richard Bennett

GODS WORK OF ART The moon is shinging bright tonight Its beauty lhghts the sky, And every now and then I see A shooting star fly by. This is a wondrous work of art That God alone controls, Just as it is the hand of God That comforts empty souls. There may be times of loneliness And I may suffer pain, But since it is the will of God It will not be in vain. Alone in Him I put my trust, He said "Be not afraid;" And in my heart he has designed His will to be my aid.

YOUR FRIENDSHIP

The friendship that you've given me Is like the glowing sun, I've always found you with me No matter what I've done. It helps to lighten every step Beneath my heavy load, You've always been beside me Down life's dark and bumpy road. It makes me smilé when I am tired, It helps to keep me pert, And to keep the faithful friendship I don't have to be too alert. To thank you for the things you've done I wont begin to try, Instead I simply offer, Friendship until I die."

AUTUMN'S HERE The Autumn days are here again With colors red and gold, The days are growing short, The nights are turning cold. Beauteous shades of autumn Are about us everywhere, As Mother Nature paints each leaf With colors bright and rare. The moon looms big and yellow Across the country-side, And beaches are deserted Where people rode the tide. Farmers reap their harvest For the frost will soon be nigh, And birds are winging Southward Across the Autumn sky. Autumn’s beauty touches deep Within the heart of me, And I find no words to describe The beauty that I see."

THOUGHTS Today I received a greeting card; That said I thought of you, And for this kindest wish I send my thanks to you. But thoughts are more than greeting cards Whose message hopes convey, I stopped to ponder on the word, And now I'd lke to say: Some thoughts can be eternity, And some a fleeting glance, They can often tear a man apart, Or give a second chance. Neither time nor space can limit them, I’m sure you've found this true, For thoughts are always with you, Regardless what you do. A thought can be a pleasant thing, Or create evil in a man, And there are those that say you cart, While all the time you can. Some can be a fortress, And some can set you free, And there are those that disillusion, Yet, improve the things you see. But thought is a wondrous part of life That man alone can control, They help to bring some comfort To the lost and tortured soul. So when you get a thought And wonder what to do, Remember the maker of the thought Is no one else but you."

EYES Eyes can see so many things, In so many different ways. There are some seeing only dirt and grime, While others see bouquets. Some eyes measure what they. see, by its weight and worth in gold. Yet others find true beauty, In whatever they behold. The optimistic eye looks up At the beauty of the sky, The pessumstic eye looks down, While beauty passes by. I often wonder of this life In all its mystery, If life can be nothing more Than how we look at what we see."