Hope Is Tenacious. It Goes On Living

But A Prayer That He Sends From His Heart's Deep Core.

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Ah Me, When His Wing Is Bruised And His Bosom Sore,- When He Beats His Bars And Would Be Free; It Is Not A Carol Of Joy Or Glee, But A Prayer That He Sends From His Heart's Deep Core, But A Plea, That Upward To Heaven He Flings- I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings!

You Are Sweet, O Love, Dear Love,you Are Soft As The Nesting Dove.come To My Heart And Bring It Restas The Bird Flies Home To Its Welcome Nest.

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.