Another Porch ...A Poetry Blog

May-green rushes like an emerald ocean Over earth’s trestles of umber and gray Burgeoning rivers without sound or motion W...

Not for fame or fortune Should we spend our days But for God the Father Who deserves all praise Not for fickle riches ...

How momentary is all this, I think,  as the apple-blossoms scatter like petal-snow,  ...as leaves lose their ' first-gol...

 (Song in Ojibway language with lyrics. Scroll down for words in English.) “We are not here to celebrate life or death, said t...

 We are sincerely hoping this day is holding rain. We have had only a few drops since the seeds went into the ground! Dear lit...