GENTLENESS
The gentler things of life appeal;
The web of silken thread,
The tracery of winter branches
Moving overhead.
The lisp of waves upon the sand,
When the air is mild;
The murmured breathing in the night
Of a little sleeping child.
I prefer the touch of a soothing hand
To a grip that's firm and strong;
And a mother's whispered lullaby
Means more than a strident song.
Let us go gently through our days
Amid the noise and strife,
For sanity and peace live here,
In the gentler things of life.
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AUTUMN IN A HOT CLIMATE
Not for us the glories of cold-climate Autumn!
Fallen leaves, scorched by summer's relentless heat,
Lie as brown paper, torn and discarded.
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