Poems from Harry Faddis

On the sunny slope Goro the cat is waiting And watching, keen-eyed At the newly soft spring ground For the fresh mice newly born.   In...
The Lime-green Ford   It was the symbol of her later years, The lime-green Ford parked outside In the drive. She bought it on a whim, or so...
There was a summer long ago Endless days, filled with space We played and swam and knew no woe Never left the monopoly board My friend was...