The Reflector

Issue Number:23

Date: 01/13/1934

p. 02, c. 03

These Poems were submitted by Professor Winson M. Tyler, instructor in Science and Athletic director at Halifax County Training School. He is a graduate of Lincoln University in Lincoln, Penn.

Blind I gazed at Passion.... Nude-nude as the moon. So lovely.... So sublime.... Then I gazed at love, But naught could I see; Passion had Left me blind.

The End When my task is done, And the hour is nigh That I must seek rest She comes in all her Still radiance....takes Me to her cool breast.

To some nook we hie Where soothing breezes Play about the air; Sweet roses kiss me Free of pain and care.

Comes dusk; the robin Sings his slumber song As sun and earth meet My brow she doth kiss Till--at last I sleep.

To a Little Bird Ah, little bird, you have a song And we poor souls but a sigh; High up in your stately home You laugh at this motely crowd. So wide is your airy realm and Your small humble nest rivals By far earth's strongest palace, For yours is safe, being nearer God.

Little Red Leaves Little red leaves sighing in the wind, You don't know lynching is a sin. What you saw last night you shame to tell Tell me red leaves, I know 'twas Hell.

Little red leaves stop your crying You want folks to come and hear you crying? White folks had a spree, didn't they Bud, Cause you're all dressed up and painted in Blood.