Fred Gillen Jr.

Poetry

Untitled

I'll walk this valley alone if I must
knowing there's hope at the end
but it would be good to have a hand to hold
in the darkness sometimes

Posted Thursday, April 4th 2002

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 02/11/2011     Porch Feeder
 09/30/2009     The First Page
 08/23/2009     One More Page
 06/10/2009     Butterflies
 06/10/2009     March
 06/10/2009     March
 06/9/2009     Butterflies
 01/11/2008     Truth
 06/6/2007     Same As It Ever Was
 06/6/2007     Safe
 06/6/2007     Love's Light
 06/6/2007     One Light
 06/6/2007     Breathe
 06/6/2007     Silence
 06/6/2007     Warm Hands
 06/6/2007     Like War
 06/6/2007     Tide Pool
 06/6/2007     escaped memories
 12/15/2006     Bicycle
 08/23/2006     Tide Pool
 06/26/2006     Bear Butte
 02/25/2006     Shine
 01/5/2006     Grandmother
 07/8/2005     The Heart Inside
 04/19/2005     Winter
 11/30/2004     Broken Open
 11/6/2004     America The Beautiful (Four new verses)
 10/13/2004     Seeds
 10/13/2004     Your Laugh
 10/13/2004     Communion
 10/13/2004     Canal Street
 09/18/2004     Last Embrace
 09/18/2004     Needle
 08/7/2004     A Thousand Fireflies
 07/16/2004     Love is a Verb
 07/16/2004     Everything
 07/6/2003     Black Butterflies
 06/22/2003     Shadowy Train
 05/16/2003     Shine
 03/15/2003     Hope
 06/6/2002     Me & Cinderella
==>04/4/2002     Untitled
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 05/31/2001     Untitled
 05/16/2001     Woody
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 05/16/2001     Lines


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