The Poet's House

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  • Pleasant Memories

    Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side… Continue reading

  • There’s A Chill

    by Michael Plante There’s a chill that creeps up your backwhen the full moon risesand the mist hovers over the hills of Carolina.In the old tin shed a candle is litand placed in the window to ward off the ill.“Never… Continue reading

  • The Wolves of Redemption

    by Michael Plante A black sheep walked over the hillsreleased by the Gods of fate.The black sheep understood it’s existenceand grazed upon the landscape.The shepherd that walks the hillsidefelt a sense of easementas he watched the black sheep from a… Continue reading

  • The Curtain of Obscurity

    by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was… Continue reading

  • Where Flowers Rest

    by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone… Continue reading