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A Good Man

I thought that I would never see
a man so perfect, just for me;

a man who always looks to God,
does not put on a fake facade;

a man whose arms keep me secure
to hold me tight as we mature;

a man who’s blind to all my faults,
a perfect partner as we waltz

into our twilight hand in hand
with all my heart at his command.

Good men are found by fools like me
and I thank God on bended knee.

Copyright©2006 Mary Davila



by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

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