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Water From the Well (Life in Rhyme)
Author: Ron Bliss Binding: Paperback (pp:
132) ISBN: 81-8253-047-4 Availability: In Stock (Ships
within 1 to 2 days) Publisher: Cyberwit.net Pub. Date: 2006 Condition: New Description: I was born and
raised in a small town in rural Northwest Ohio and
except for my time in the U. S. Navy, I have lived
within 20 miles of my birthplace. Growing up and
having your heart and mind, value programmed
during the simpler times of the 1940s and 50s is
considered a blessing to me. Times were more
difficult and we were depression poor but I was
fortunate to experience these times. I think my
poetry reflects the values of the past, which have
inspired me greatly.
I spent my
entire career working for the Campbell Soup
Company retiring early at the age of 57. I am
married to a wonderful woman, my wife and soul
mate, Donna. We have walked together since 1958.
There are
people, friends and neighbors, who have known me
for ages and yet, because they have never read my
poetry, they do not know me for who I really am.
Only if you have read what I have written are you
able to see to the very depth of my heart and soul
and know me, genuinely. Reading what I have
written, complete strangers will know me better
than many of my friends.
I have taken
the title of this book from the cover photo, a
wishing well that is located in my back yard. The
three beautiful girls in front of the well are my
grandchildren, Megan, Miranda and Morgan. In the
upper left hand corner is my oldest granddaughter,
Tristen and her brother, Tyler, my only grandson,
is in the upper right hand corner. "Water
From the Well" is a book of poems concerning
many of the facets of living and each poem is a
bucket of water pulled from the well of life.
I have been
writing since I was about ten years old. My
favorite topic is love and romance, thus the basis
for my first book, "From The Heart". In
this book "Water From the Well", I have
tried to assemble a collection of my poems ranging
from life and love to family, faith and death.
Death, some might say, "a morbid topic for a
poem", and yet, death, as we know it is just
a part of the cycle of life. I am a firm believer
in God and eternity and I think this is reflected
in many of my poems.
Melancholy
Dreams
My
head rest on my pillow,
As
the world drifts away,
Thoughts
float gently in and out,
Much
like a child at play,
Someone
calls my name aloud,
I
turn to see who's there,
Enveloped
in a pastel fog,
I
do not seem to care,
Time
seems standing nearly still,
While
motion slows it's pace,
Surreal
as all about me seems,
This
unfamiliar place,
I
wander in this dreamlike state,
Collecting
as I go,
Fragments,
pieces mental thoughts,
Just
why, I do not know,
Each
night I wander in my world,
Of
melancholy dreams,
Searching
for the answers to,
My
problems, so it seems,
Soon
dawn will drive the fog away,
To
face reality,
Tonight,
another lonesome trip,
To
find the real me.
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