Herbert Dry Poems

When at the end of my
closing day

Let not the sound of sad
...

Golden strands of hair moved by a gentle breeze blue
eyes with depth as the seven
seas
She walks in moon light across the meadows and into
...

A stranger tried to revive her but to
no avail
A stranger stopped to help but all
efforts failed
...

When you serve your country and you feel
so alone

Remember brave soldier it's to late to come
...

The tears that are falling tonight is just another way of
saying I love you still
Tears turned silver in the last rays of light is just another way
of saying I love you still
...

I walked by were you lived years ago there's
nothing there now just empty space
I look back through the yesteryears standing
where I stood years ago I still see your face
...

Looking through the eye of the needle seeing only
their points of view
It's always about them it's never
about you
...

This bridge uncrossed doesn't span a raging river or a gentle stream
but torrents of doubt whirlpools of fear, confidence swept away
like driftwood caught up in the force of the unknown, afraid now a
dream to claim
...

A touch to ease pain
A smile a friend to gain
A kiss to relieve fear
A heart to keep you near
...