The Lyrical Works

Our Day In The Sun

He criss-crossed this country way back in the day,
planting apple trees each step of the way…
every Autumn since then, countless apples ripen,
a feast for deer, raccoons, horses, bears, and humans.

She was born in the old South, and raised as a slave,
then spent much of her life helping others escape,
guiding runaways North, to freedom…
she was brave, wise, bold, and very determined.

She wrote poems non-stop, up in her room,
flower after flower, bloom after bloom,
word after perfect word, language galore…
now we all can enjoy the fruits of her labor.

I’ve selected a few people very meaningful to me,
but I could’ve picked others, as appropriately…
for there are heroines and heroes wherever we look,
for example, planting trees, helping others, or writing a book.

—Harvey Taylor, August ‘07
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