| Author: | Nancy Brookfield | ISBN: | 9781480828131 |
| Publisher: | Archway Publishing | Publication: | October 27, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Archway Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Nancy Brookfield |
| ISBN: | 9781480828131 |
| Publisher: | Archway Publishing |
| Publication: | October 27, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Archway Publishing |
| Language: | English |
Thoughts of Love and Life is a collection of poetry that asks and perhaps answers questions about who and what we are. Written on subjects ranging from faith to folly, as well as from life to death, author Nancy Brookfield exhibits a questioning, restless mind with but one conviction: that mankind has meaning and can improve.
The spring green grass is growing now
and in warming winds it plays
It reaches toward the blue of the sky
and grows higher with each day
Then the heat of the sun will turn it gold
and the farmer will cut it down
The grain that he gathers from the fallen shafts
will go to the miller in town
And the miller will make the flour
and the baker will make the bread
The green grass serves his purpose
and lives though he is dead
Would that I could do so much
with this life of mine
And leave something behind to feed your souls
with the passing of my time
Thoughts of Love and Life is a collection of poetry that asks and perhaps answers questions about who and what we are. Written on subjects ranging from faith to folly, as well as from life to death, author Nancy Brookfield exhibits a questioning, restless mind with but one conviction: that mankind has meaning and can improve.
The spring green grass is growing now
and in warming winds it plays
It reaches toward the blue of the sky
and grows higher with each day
Then the heat of the sun will turn it gold
and the farmer will cut it down
The grain that he gathers from the fallen shafts
will go to the miller in town
And the miller will make the flour
and the baker will make the bread
The green grass serves his purpose
and lives though he is dead
Would that I could do so much
with this life of mine
And leave something behind to feed your souls
with the passing of my time
