Charles Griffith

"GermaniaA ruined outpost in a gothic wood,to this we march single-file;a resting place for weary feet,a perfect place to sit and eatat the end of a roman mile.A squad of soldiers, to which I belong,si..."

"A shining moment, that once shined so bright, now washed away, as the sun to the night; Once carved in stone, now no more; the soft sand, swept from the shore. A time so precious, yet none could see..."

"Cold and still, a careless mist,the failing light of a winter's day;ancient shadows cast themselves across the pathas weary feet move forward.Cloaked in hooded attire they trudge onward,their gnarled ..."

"a cool breeze, and the night whispers in my ear; it brings me a song, on a note so clear the flow of the tune leads me to gentle thoughts; those of life and hope, of a future i have not yet wrought ..."

"It's just about two-thirty; time for you to pick up the kids from school, isn't it ? Go ahead and finish your coffee first. I know, you'd rather stay and watch the television; stay and sob over the wr..."

"The sound of a train, riding the autumn air through an open window on a still southern night. The call of a waiting world, the comfort of childhood dreams and old songs playing on an old radio. Writte..."

"Bare feet, shuffling through an old house in the last lingering hour of night. Drawn to a narrow window, facing the anxious eyes of a never ending dawn with nothing to reach, and nothing to attain. Du..."

"A fleet of ragged clouds, sailing across the sky; no admiral ever commanded a squadron so sublime -- no metaphor can capture it, no figure of speech describe the scene which I've just witnessed, to s..."

"Other people think it's just the wind blowing; but I know it's just the wind blowing. Written March 4th, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 03:32 PM PST   10 • 0 • 13"

"Walk with me through the searing moonlight, through headstones old and proud; Between the living and the dead there is no light for souls misled by ancient idols now turned to sand. Striding through ..."