another place i'd rather be

In nether lands of mountain vale
whose glens divide the pristine walls
are ferns so deeply green they pale
the lofty granite cliffs so tall.

The water falls from unseen source
to river coursing, carving deep.
The verdant pond becomes a force
to nourish life and sphere complete.

© 2009 george edwin smith
george.e.smith@gmail.com

the never born

I cannot find
the words that tell
of those who die
and go to Hell,
Because the child
before his birth
by healer's knife
was lacking worth.
Of children gone
by hew and rend;
disrupted life,
an essence' end.
Of mother's heart
in deep lament,
unspoken love
from her was rent.
Of grief and anguish
torment through
the years that span
eternal bruise.
Though wind and rain
through many years
no stone have bleached
or washed the tears,
No words indent
grave marker worn,
the child we knew
was never born.
© 2009 george edwin smith
george.e.smith@gmail.com

how children learn

In vain I watch
the years go by
as children learn
(although some ply
to spend their time
in vile pursuit
of sordid pleasures
rend'ring moot
the hours of effort,
trials, and tears
of teachers who
throughout the years
are vainly watching
children learn
from parents who
show no concern.)

© 2009 george edwin smith
george.e.smith@gmail.com