Robert Daniels Poems

Missour’s Seasons

The dogwood that's blooming on top of the hill
The meadow larks soft melodious trill
The daffodils brightness by my window still
The fragrance of springtime is always a thrill The wip-poor-will calling a song to his mate... more »

A Last Lament

Singing songs and telling jokes
And drinking their whiskey straight
When out of the din there came a croak
From a feller’ as sudden as fate I’m poor and I’m tired of this life I’ve led... more »

Beauty

As elusive as a fleeting smile,
As broad as the vagabond sea,
Deep in thought we ponder a while
On beauty and the things that we see. The paintings and pictures beautific... more »

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Joshua Castro 18 Jan 2009 06:32
My grandpa died January 3,2009 at 1: 30pm i love my grandpa i listen to everyone of his poem's first hand i give anything to sit with him; he's in a better place i hope that any poem that you read of his you take part of his words with you in your own life...