Monthly Archives: August 2008

Born Again

Posted on August 7, 2008 by brianroycefaulkner

O happy town, that leaps to life again, With cars and trucks and people on the go, You have no need of base complaining men Who hold your triumph but a hollow show. Nay, vile they say it is, your … Continue reading →

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“It’s Nice To Be Here”

Posted on August 7, 2008 by brianroycefaulkner

Here, above the land, I take your hand; Here, where all is open, lit with sun, Upon a peak of rock we looking stand. Together we have climbed and reached and won, And now the earth rolls outward from our … Continue reading →

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When All Seems Hopeless

Posted on August 7, 2008 by brianroycefaulkner

When all seems hopeless as a down-set sun And future days are grey with shadow-mites Of some bad man our President become; While many countrymen are blind to see How they are lead away from human heights Down into forests … Continue reading →

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Ruler Of The World

Posted on August 3, 2008 by brianroycefaulkner

He was President, even, he could say, Dictator of the world, for he ruled the most powerful nation on earth and had just been given absolute authority. So, smiling, and with a light step, he walked out of the Oval … Continue reading →

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