From the Heights to Enchanted Places

The poetry of John Rice explores the realm of imagination, of fantasy, and of life. He speaks from his heart to the heart of the reader. His poem, Tomorrow's Dream, is an example of the depth to which his poetry delves: Stone cold and gray the newborn day Children have no place to play. No parks no fields of green. No bubbling brook, no fish filled stream. All that is left is brick and glass. And dreary, dark, smoke filled sky. No wonder children just stand and cry. In their minds, do they wonder why? This is our legacy of greed. Our all, consuming need. To rape and pillage our mother earth To take from her anything of worth, There are no growing trees. No place, for children, to swing up high. No singing birds fill the morning sky. No wonder, children just stand and cry. In their minds do they wonder why? We do not see this, as we sleep. In our graves, so cold and deep, We do not see the smoke filled sky. We do not hear our children cry. But this matters not, for they too shall die. All that will be left is brick and glass. And dreary, dark, smoke filled sky. No wonder the children, just stand and cry. In their minds, do they wonder why? A must have for any serious poetry collection.