Frank Heck Poems

Our flag, the sign of glory from of old,
As dauntless men, their selfless deeds unfold
From Valley Forge down to the present time,
Have paid that awesome price, in death sublime,
...

Winds blow cold, unlike a gentle breeze,
Blow, wild winds, and whistle through the trees.
Winds blow long, unlike a sudden squall,
Blow then, winds of winter, winds of fall.
...

Learning ABC's and 123's
Praying to God on bended knees,
Trying to discern wrong from right,
Reining errant conscience's flight,
...