Simile of the Cider Mill
We are like apples - Each rolls
Around taking its own course
But all eventually have the juice
Squeezed out - Some are thrown out
Before reaching the mill - those with worms
And rot make a bad taste - Some
With richness of soil minerals
Make a fine drink How do we grow? Do we ask
Why there is a mill
Or who is to take a drink?
poem by George Beecher
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Cavern of Retreat
A winter of words falls over me
Like night - All I can speak
Is snow to whirl and drift The winter quarters of my heart
Withdraw from challenges of warmth
In fear of January thaws When I look back I'll dare
To swing a balance into Spring -
And then a hotting blast of thought
Will open summer to a new campaign
Of charge afoot and surging pulse again
poem by George Beecher
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Why the World
Why the world - Why are we here -
You may ask how but never why -
The world is always flowing -
Heraclitus said long ago
it's never the same river -
And we are always changing -
Learning and growing - seeing
The world with different eyes
And soon become new people
Creating a world in constant flow -
A restless world with more to learn
Than ever thought was still unknown
poem by George Beecher
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