Jim Yerman Poems

I love old fences…they remind me of an era…
an age that was simple and slow.
They are rustic, pastoral…picturesque…
and harken to a time long ago.
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As parents we made a promise to our children
the first time we held them in our arms:
To love them unconditionally
To keep them safe from harm…..
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I ran across a poem Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote in 1845 entitled The Arrow and the Song...

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
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When the sun has finally slipped away
and the sky is devoid of light
I love to sit and listen
to the music of the night.
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In geography it's called a confluence.
It's such a lovely word.
It's where two bodies of water come together
and meet to form a third.
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There is a timeless, fundamental truth the ancients would convey
that, when you stop to think about it, is apropos today.

lt has to do with knowledge, not the kind you gain in school,
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Cancer is an ugly disease…not only for the life it takes
But for all the sorrow and sadness…left floating in its wake….

Although I did not know her personally I've kept abreast of cases she has tried
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With the soul of our country in crisis
there is a truth we must behold…
A truth just as important for the young to remember
as it is the old:
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As I once again watched hate emerge from a person the other day
this thought occurred to me…
What if the world was suddenly plunged into darkness?
A darkness so thick no-one could see.
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We have in our possession an old and weathered griddle
that's been making pancakes in our house
since our children and grandchildren were little
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