‘To a Brother in Paris’ and Other Poetry by Alec Ream The Society July 17, 2015 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 2 Comments . . To a Brother in Paris Like Sun in the woods, or a cold Summer rain, Would trouble make goods, and loss create gain. Then bound to a Lady, and allied to Bro, With the grace of God found, wherever you go. Be wrought and be taught, as you progress through life, And fraught be your thought, with gladness not strife. . . Desert Storm, Prairie Lines Stream and river, reservoir Gleaming color, desert floor Sky of rain and buxom cloud Fiery vein and thunder proud Storm benign of lake rebirth Farm and wine and break of mirth Alarm of kine and slake of Earth Form divine mid aching dearth. . . Alec Ream is a writer living in Virginia. His poetic work and creative fiction have been widely published. A member of the Demosthenian Literary Society at UGA, he wrote on Lookout Mountain, and continued to write, lecture and work for Delta Kappa Epsilon HQ. He was first published reading to the pledge class of Michigan DKE, in Ann Arbor in 2008. Recently, his poem Green Fire was read at the Washington Literary Society & Debating Union at UVA. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 2 Responses Shari Jo LeKane-Yentumi July 26, 2015 Incredible balance and play with rhythm and rhyme. Reply NealD July 27, 2015 Thank you Shari, and thanks for saying so. Sylvia my Mother and Al my Father read Longfellow and Kipling to me when I was very young. Neal Dachstadter Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of followup comments via e-mail. You can also subscribe without commenting. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
NealD July 27, 2015 Thank you Shari, and thanks for saying so. Sylvia my Mother and Al my Father read Longfellow and Kipling to me when I was very young. Neal Dachstadter Reply