HELEN
When I think of her, as so very often I do,
I think of her as Helen for whom a thousand ships sailed,
Great Achillies and Proud Hector battled and a multitude of lesser men died.
And whether in or out of her favor,
ever before my eyes is the image of her beauty
faultlessly, endlessly appearing before me.
AT PEACE
And of an evening the fair and gentle Barbara,
soft of face, wise in her counsel,
would oftentimes sit alone on the patio
enjoying the reddening sunset, at one with herself.
Copyright 2000 © Ronald L.Haun
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