tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post115880452125859456..comments2023-11-02T04:29:00.742-05:00Comments on Craig Nash: Untitled...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post-1159197961014305582006-09-25T10:26:00.000-05:002006-09-25T10:26:00.000-05:00Craig,Back at you! Happy belated birthday. Bless...Craig,<BR/>Back at you! Happy belated birthday. Blessings, LukeAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post-1159022000301597262006-09-23T09:33:00.000-05:002006-09-23T09:33:00.000-05:00Luke,I actually had no angst in writing that poem....Luke,<BR/><BR/>I actually had no angst in writing that poem. I guess I should have written more. I think there is liberation in knowing this life isn't what you dreamed it would be. It frees you to live to the utmost of what it can be.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and happy late birthday!Craighttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18053974401062599296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post-1159021410438925032006-09-23T09:23:00.000-05:002006-09-23T09:23:00.000-05:00Dear Craig,What's with the angst? Where's the Wac...Dear Craig,<BR/>What's with the angst? Where's the Waco's great! I have a pet dog and he jumps when I come home. I came to find my cat had....on my pillow! I have such days myself. Your poem reminded me of one of Robert Service's poems. One of my favorites.<BR/>"My Masterpiece"<BR/>It's slim and trip and bound in blue; <BR/>Its leaves are crips and edged wth gold;<BR/>its words are simple, stalwart too;<BR/>Its thoughts are tender, wise and bold.<BR/>Its pages scintillate with wit;<BR/>Its pathos clutches at my throat;<BR/>Oh, how I love each line of it!<BR/>That Little Book I Never Wrote<BR/><BR/>In dreams I see it praised and prized<BR/>By all from plowman unto peer;<BR/>It's pencil marked and memorized,<BR/>Its' loaned (and not returned, I feear)<BR/>Its worn and torn and travel tossed,<BR/>And even dusky natives quote<BR/>That classic that the world has lost,<BR/>The Little Book I never Wrote.<BR/><BR/>Poor Ghost! For homes you've failed to cheer,<BR/>For grieving hearts uncomforted,<BR/>Don't haunt me now...Alas! I fear<BR/>The fire of Inspiration's dead.<BR/>A humdrum way I go tonight,<BR/>From all I hope and dreamed remote:<BR/>Too late... a better man must write<BR/>That Little Book I never wrote.Lukehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04241000222997349261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post-1158887031923419782006-09-21T20:03:00.000-05:002006-09-21T20:03:00.000-05:00that's some great poetrythat's some great poetryAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3489148.post-1158854684242950762006-09-21T11:04:00.000-05:002006-09-21T11:04:00.000-05:00yesyesruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16325149937063148195noreply@blogger.com