The Golden Book Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Sweet words in print bring a memory
of the poetical Golden Treasury
where wise men wrote their rhyming verse
with quality, faith and integrity.
A walk by the river ~ in cool of the breeze
or shedding a tear at the cemetery...
sad stories told all, some great some small
plus outstanding events of the century.

Laureates wrote of weddings in June
pretty the bride ~ handsome the groom.
Every line is history remembered
touching the heart, and set to a tune.
A kiss uninvited, love unrequited,
infidelity that knew no bound.
Love's dying ember; it's there in September
in the Golden Treasury of renown.