By Sean Dempsey, 03/31/25 The sun sank low on Lilac Lane;The stars began to peep.And laughter rang from mouths of men Who’d never yet known grief. With meat and wine their hearts were glad—Their tables richly spread.Till sudden came the radio’s cry: “A bomb shall strike,” it said! Then silence fell like Yahweh’s tomb, […]
by Sean Dempsey Inspired by a true story of dismal woe… Spoke an aged gardener,As he tapped his gentle knee:“By thy green thumb and patient eye,I pray thee, hark to me! A tale of love and loss I’ll tell,Of root and tender leaf,Of a plant I loved more true than man,And lost to mortal grief. […]
