Here you will find the Poem Isaiahs Coal of poet John Frederick Nims
what more can man desire? Always, he woke in those days With a sense of treasure, His heart a gayer glow Than his window grand with sun, As a child, its mind all whirring With green and hollied pleasure Wakes in a haze of Christmas! The season of secrets done. Or as one on country linen Wakes with a start one morning? Then on comfort snugger than pillows Floats: July at the lake. Or has married a golden girl And can hardly believe, but turning Sees blossom for him that very face Worshipping cameras take. Toy trains whirr perky on Till springs contort beneath; The middle-age rower slumps Like a sack?indignant seizure! Late editions wail Screen Star in Mystery Death? Yet in those same days He woke with a sense of treasure. Knowing: my love is safe Though the Rockies plunge like water, Though surf like a wildfire rage And omens roam the sky; Though limbs of the swimmer laze Pale where the seaweed caught her, Nothing can touch my love As dangerous time goes by.
