Tag: Gary Borck

The Ocean The Earth yields to your domineering mass,yet you torment our humble, frail land. Men, die by waves or peacefully, they pass,whether rage or

Thoughts on Solitude I thought at first I’d gained a solitude, beneath the dense packed furs: my succor rest. but creatures came; a bright hued

Why I love London It’s not the sound of old Benjamin striking through the improving London air. Nor the lions- guarding Nelson- sat within the

Old Leaves Fall sheds its chameleon leaves as folk, their fallen summer, grieve. On dying leaves new colors grown, among the last that summer’s shown,

Cheddar Man How white does Albion loom o’er Dover Strait. A white you say endowed us with our hue, “So we should stem the seeping

My Idyll   Quiet I lie in the summer dressed field drinking purified air from sky’s cool, clear glass, fanned by leaves that are the