Hays, Brooks; Hays, Brooks--Last years; Poetry; United States--Foreign relations;
The little nations of the World
Are just as precious as the great,
The Afghan’s sturdy little mules
As big ones from a Western State
But Moscow moves its armored power-
To subjugate the mountain laud,...
TO A PATIENT WIFE
Remorse descends upon me now
As I recall our marriage vow,
And think of things I did not do
That might have lessened toil for you.
I never learned to grow a flower I never learned to make a fire,
To fix the roof or hang a door
MY OFFICE IS A CHAPEL
My office is a Chapel. There is
No priest or preacher here, but there is an alter
An office desk, oak stained, once bright, but now
There are ink marks and scratches on it.
The pipes in my office are for stearm and water
Hays, Brooks; Poetry; African Americans--Civil rights
What is the American dream?
It is the anticipation that sometime we will be able to say — Here is equality and freedom; Here is brotherhood and justice.
The dream is of compassion expressing itself in society's concern for those who fall by the...
Hays, Brooks; Poetry; Little Rock (Ark.)--Race relations;
A HYMN OF BROTHERHOOD
Written by Brooks Hays during the period of racial tension in Little Rock.
Beneath these warm and friendly southern skies, The Ozark hills adorn a verdant plain.
The handiwork of pioneers we prize,
As well, the beauty of this...