Just the Rain: A Collection of Poems

I have always loved poetry. Where that love came from, I don’t know. I have no recollection of any of the adults around me when I was a child reading poetry. My grandfather and my mother were readers, but it was Zane Grey and mysteries and romance, respectively. 

If I had to choose a favorite poet, I suspect it would be Robert Frost, with Alfred, Lord Tennyson, a close second.  Frost wrote The Road Not Taken, which influenced a few decisions in my life. Taking the road less traveled does indeed make a difference. Tennyson wrote a single verse, the opening verse of Christmas Bells, which captured my imagination enough that I read more of his works. 

There are others, too numerous to list. Suffice it to say I enjoy many different styles. The poor collection that makes up this work is not in any danger of overtaking those with true talent. I simply amused myself and my writing Muse instructed me to share.

I hope you enjoy this little collection. Some pages will be linked to the original posts at Between the Keys and Holly Tree Manor (The Hideaway). Others I’ve not shared before. 

Peace to you, 


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