Tag Archive | the bard

COUNT THE BRAVE AND NOBLE KINDRED

              By Don Kenton Henry   It is to the soul as the sun is to light It is as steel It is as clay It is as diamonds It is hardened by the fire in the furnace of life As steel, clay, and diamonds are tempered and cured […]

COME HOME POET MAN

By Don Kenton Henry   So you thought you’d seen it and heard it all, my friend And that life ran true without ever a bend That other’s words were sanctified and you trusted without end To every orphan, stray, and stranger you shared your home and heart again and again   You were not […]

WORD WEAVER DREAM BELIEVER

By Don Kenton Henry   Woven of your words is a cloak in which you wrap your mind A verbal and written tapestry which serves counsel to your soul and a shelter to your heart What a  beautiful dreaming word weaver are you Stitching thoughts of love, and loss, with rhyme   But there are […]

DEATH COMES A HORSEMAN

By Don Kenton Henry   There is a great black cloud which fills the void between the prairie to the sky It blocks the sun and breathes and, as it does, exhales a wind from the soot and sulfur filled lungs of the dark side It rolls onward and before it comes a pale horseman […]

SHADOWBOXER

By Don Kenton Henry   He works in the quite corner of a dank and darkened gym It reeks of the sweat of men of color and the working stiff Alone, it’s just the mirror, the floor and him Gone are the days he was all angle iron and barbed wire on two feet fighting […]

STORY TIME WITH THE BARD OF THE WOODS, RECITATION #1

As I say in the accompanying video, I have been writing since I was fifteen years of age. (Except for the thirty years I took a break.) The last seven years, I have been a member of a writer’s club here in my home, The Woodlands, Texas. Our work is often read by the leader […]

FINDING GRACE

“And the mournful heart call of a loon crying for its lost mate still echoes over a moonlit lake in the North Woods as Sam picks up his brush.” By Don Kenton Henry   He put down his palette and lay his brush across it. The forearm of his painting hand came to rest across […]