Dorothy Hinds Davis

Menlo Park, California

Dorothy is the widow of Colonel Homer L. Davis Jr. She was born in the Panama Canal Zone to David and Angels Hinds. In May 1939, she graduated from Virginia Intermont College, where she majored in Business and Music. Dorothy is the mother of three grown children, a grandmother of three, and a great-grandmother of one. She spent most of her young life raising her children until they departed for college; then she worked for 20 years at a Veterans Affairs Hospital in California. Many of her articles and poems have been published in local newspapers. Many of her best poems were written during her engagement to Lt. Davis; these she is sharing with you.

TEMPTATION

In my foolish infatuations,
Which didn't need much pacification.
I tried to entice and allure,
To tantalize, bewitch the very pure,
The one man I wanted to tempt,
Fascinate, intrigue and not prevent,
The frenzy that produces indiscretion.
And in the end, who really enjoyed the diversion?

PASSIONS

Passions, passions, passions,
Kindled by a spark of desire.
Profound desires and emotions,
Brought to fulfillment in a fire,
With ardours the glow, the thrill,
The delirious sensations of rapture.
Eagerly enjoyed to the utmost extent,
By two people, who had the will
To love, love, love, and not repent.

FULFILLMENT

The countless uneventful years had passed in slow motion.
Then one warm September morn they met.
Two unhappy people who hungrily longed for affection.
Affection long denied, but which they could not forget.

Many days became many weeks and turned to years.
These two began to see in each other a chance for happiness.
Happiness turning to precious love, but haunted by fears
Instilled by the years of bondage and sadness.

Then on a sparkling day in mid June
These two desperate souls - long denied fulfillment;
As the mourning dove sang its sorrowful tune,
Under a majestic oak, finally found contentment.

THE RAINSTORM

The massive black thunderheads have rolled into sight.
The wind has quickened and is mercilessly twisting the foliage
The time has come to realize the great might
Of the forces of nature and the damage
Sustained by the creatures and plants of the earth.
The silver streaks of lightening race across the sky.
At time like this just what is our worth?
Humbly we lift our heads to God and pray and cry.