Poetry – Page 21 – That Terry

My Hope Is In The Mountain, by Nancy Wood

April 3, 2012August 7, 2020 Author

My help is in the mountain Where I take myself to heal The earthly wounds That people give to me. I find a rock with sun on it And a stream where the water runs gentle And the trees which one by one give me company So must I stay for a long time Until I have grown from the rock And the stream is…

Your Friend Always

March 13, 2012March 19, 2020 Author

I will be your friend always, no gaps, no forgettings. Not until the mountains are worn away and the rivers are nothing but sand and rocks, not until it thunders and lightning comes in winter or until it snows in the summer, or until heaven and earth are the same, not until then will I leave you. First century Chinese Friendship Oath.