Poetry

Written by Walt Whitman I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition, They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins, They do not...

Michael Sauers June 22, 2023 Some young and saucy dandelions Stood laughing in the sun; They were brimming full of happiness, And running o'er with fun. At length they saw beside them A dandelion old; His form was bent and withered, Gone were his locks of gold. "Oh,...