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SHADOW BOXER

By bardofthewoods January 10, 2017 2 Comments

By Don Kenton Henry He works in the quiet 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 for […]

Life’s A Canvas Painted

By bardofthewoods July 13, 2015 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry   Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best A day of honest labor, or one of rest A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung A spring breeze or a winter’s blast A first love . . . […]

Not A Hallmark Card

By bardofthewoods February 14, 2014 Leave a comment

By Don Kenton Henry Where does a broken heart go Where are lost loves found Is there a valley or a meadow where cupid’s arrows gone awry lie A place where spring does not spring and in winter’s icy grip the hearts of the heart broken, by heart breakers, are held  bound Where hope like […]

I Am An American Soldier

By bardofthewoods November 11, 2013 3 Comments

I AM AN AMERICAN SOLDIER BY DON KENTON HENRY I am and have been on watch eleven score and seventeen years Only my uniform has changed I am the one who twice saved the world I halt quests to exchange your freedom for oppression, the color of your skin for theirs – Your religion for […]

Quotations By The Bard*

By bardofthewoods August 2, 2013 Leave a comment

At first, my psychiatrist believed in Uncle Waldo . . . and then he didn’t. But I always knew he was there. And here’s the proof. “Quotations from the Bard.” (you don’t really think I came up with these pearls of wisdom on my own, do you?) *(All quotes are by The Bard Of The […]

The Time Wolf

By bardofthewoods July 15, 2013 Leave a comment

THE TIME WOLF By Don Kenton Henry In the late afternoon of life, sunrise seems not so long ago Though the morning dew is long dry upon my shoes, the joys of youth Still shine as the sun’s soft rays upon my denying soul And sweet memories drop in as fresh and comforting as summer […]