© 2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

I ask you, Will a man rob God?
My heart would answer nay.
It’s hard to think a child of His
would thus be led astray.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

Joan didn’t want to sing next week.
What happened to free choice?
She didn’t need a chance to grow;
she had a perfect voice.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

Within the stone-cold reaches of his heart,
a red-hot revolution had begun.
The feeblest of stirrings was its start,
mere embers, kindled by another’s sun.
She tasted sweet as honey, deftly spun
his head around; oh yes, this was her art.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson

When I was small, I pledged the flag.
I said the words real loud.
I stood up straight and tall because
it made me feel so proud.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

My very best friend is a tree.
He lifts me up and sets me free.

In his strong arms, the sun draws nigh;
his leafy patterns paint the sky.

©2011 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

image by Richard Sagredo on Unsplash

Today we celebrate our troops,
whose valor must be praised.
Our nation is the legacy
of heroes, born and raised.

©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

I’ve got the nose of Uncle Gene,
the eyes of Grandpa Fred,
the mouth of Aunt Virginia, and
the chin of Cousin Ted,

©2010 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

What song shall I sing for my mother? What key?
Which chords own the notes that will set her joy free?
Was psalm ever born that could raise her hopes high
as the million bright stars she has hung in my sky?