﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>VoicesNet.com Recent Poems of Grace Catherine Card - Copyright for all poems displayed belong to author</title><link>http://www.voicesnet.com</link><description>The latest poems submitted to www.VoicesNet.com by Grace Catherine Card</description><copyright>(c) 2008, VoicesNet, LLC. All rights reserved.</copyright><ttl>5</ttl><item><title>BONNY LITTLE LASS by Grace Catherine Card</title><description>&lt;br&gt;A young lad was sent away to the brightest of the shores, where he hope’d he would be follow’d by his bonny little lass.&lt;br&gt;But she found of the news he was swiftly sent above, as a bullet reach’d the centre of the young lad’s heart.&lt;br&gt;An angel fair was sent down to tell the little lass, that she would be united with her long lost love. &lt;br&gt;Graced was she by the swoop’d down maiden, as she wept for him when she flew ashore.&lt;br&gt; “From the land of the winged, I be” said her, and she said he was peace’d, by her love evermore.&lt;br&gt; The fair girl, but a lass, was now heartened by these words, and she thanked the good angel, who was flying now away.&lt;br&gt; To the brightest of the shores she swept the little lass,&lt;br&gt; in the mystical land where her love lay. &lt;br&gt;“Coming back, she must be,” said he ever bright, and the lad then came swiftly, to his bonny little lass.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><link>http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=105083</link><pubDate>11/8/2006</pubDate></item><item><title>SOON MY HEART WILL HEAL by Grace Catherine Card</title><description>soon my heart will heal,&lt;br&gt;as grey clouds fade away,&lt;br&gt;and rain drops down my cheeks,&lt;br&gt;will dry the tears away.&lt;br&gt;when the dieing of the moon,&lt;br&gt;beckons the brightest dove,&lt;br&gt;no more will my heart ache,&lt;br&gt;as i think of you, my love. &lt;br&gt;for every day i see you,&lt;br&gt;in the brightening of the morn,&lt;br&gt;and in the twilight listening, &lt;br&gt;through heavens golden door. &lt;br&gt;but no more will you touch me,&lt;br&gt;or grace my presence with your's,&lt;br&gt;no more to hear you sing,&lt;br&gt;or whisper through the door.&lt;br&gt;and when i touch your cheek,&lt;br&gt;you softly fade away,&lt;br&gt;to be with ones who faded,&lt;br&gt;years ago today.&lt;br&gt;for this day is a day,&lt;br&gt;to pine for loved ones lost,&lt;br&gt;in days of bitter darkness,&lt;br&gt;in the shadows of the halocaust.</description><link>http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=105085</link><pubDate>11/8/2006</pubDate></item></channel></rss>