ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Mason Cole is an Oklahoma author, 17 years of age. He attends the Oklahoma School of Science and Mathematics in Oklahoma City. Mason's favorite authors are Ayn Rand, William Shakespeare, Homer, and Orson Scott Card. His dream is to recieve a Ph.D. in History and then teach, writing novels and short stories on the side. [October 2000]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (10) Beyond The Fence (Short Stories) When a mysterious stranger wanders into a small Nebraska town, its citizens are forced to make a choice between the Eden they live in and the Eden that is possible. [6,840 words] Grandfather (Poetry) A poem about my grandfather and his battles with ahorrible illness. [269 words] Teaching Mindy (Short Stories) A New York private investigator and his assistant are handed the case of a lifetime. But will it turn out to be a career-making mystery, or will the killer get away with the perfect crime? [11,186 words] The Box (Short Stories) When two boys from the future cross wits with a man out of time, the world's future lies within...THE BOX. [5,497 words] The Form Of Poetry (Poetry) Peotry is an undefinable thing in technical terms. This piece is meant to help describe just a few of the purposes of poetry. [318 words] The Greatest Of All (Poetry) A work of triumph about a personal hero of mine. [381 words] The Stars (Poetry) A short philosophical piece. [219 words] Thoughts From A Prison Camp (Poetry) A Jewish prisoner's thoughts after years under the cruel government of Adolf Hitler. [535 words] War Chess (Poetry) An allegorical look at the Civil War, espcially Lee and Grant. [548 words] 'twas The Night Before X-Mas 2k (Poetry) The real meaning of Christmas condensed into poetry form. [371 words]
To My Blooming Rose Mason Cole
Perfection burnished bright as gold
Gleams on thy lovely face;
Thy shining soul aloft you hold
To light the world with grace.
In time, mayhaps, I might be taught
By thou to put aside
The barriers that I have wrought
For from the world to hide.
Ne’ermore shall my heart be content
To roam the wanton fair
When near me, pure and elegant,
Lies one beyond compare.
See through my self-effacing thought
And find my value vast,
The heart whose worth cannot be bought,
Whose promised love will last.
One change has altered all of me:
At first I from you ran,
But you instilled my wish to be
A better, kinder man.
Now answer me and take my hand
And hold fast through the years,
Till we two reach sweet Zion-land
Devoid of any tears.
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