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Owls
She calls and waits, and waits response.
She calls and waits, and waits response.

I hear and know that you are there.
I hear and know that you are there.

The hunters of the night who call,
One unto the other,
They post their position and watch, and wait.

The hunters of the night who fly,
On ragged feathers
That the wind escapes
Without whispers.

The hunters of the night who collect
The unsuspecting.
They carry their prey
>From grass to limb,
Only to pause and dine.



Connections

I saw her soul today,
Laid bare long after her body
Had found its final rest.

Miss Marjorie is spirit,
Captured in the essence of
The hammock of respite.

I found her in the dust
and I wiggled my toes in
The fertile ground.

I heard a symphony,
The redbird's piccolo shrill,
The whispering rhythms of the hammock.

I felt her rejoice
Knowing there is another soul
Bound to the pleasure of this simple place.

Today I met her face to face,
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Baskin,
And she marked my soul.

I would to God she had not died so many years ago.



Dreams

Raindrops fall like so many pieces of dreams;
Soem shattered, some unfettered, falling loosely to the ground.
Winds send them up and drop them,
Spiraling faster as they wildly tumble down.

When at last they come to rest in the fertile, soiled firm,
They are gathered in the hands of children
and awed at every turn.
Odd shapes and colors, then, are chosen from the glean
And molded in their tiny hands, scrubbed and ruddy clean.

When at last there seems a form apparent,
A whispered dream takes the breath of life,
And in the living is content
To sail to lofty height.

Through faith unwaning, ever climbing, until the pinnacle is obtained,
The dreamer's sight from there is glory, with countenance unstained.
Dreams are all created by seeing eyes and blind,
By silent words or spoken, born to life in tender mind.



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Biographical sketch: A lover of nature and the poetry of nature

Nature_poet recommends:

Favorite Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow by The Haddon Craftsmen
Reason: It is a book that was given to me by a good friend containing a poem "The Village Blacksmith", which I connected with my grandfather.

Recommendations for writers:

Think about what you are weaving for the reader to wrap up in. What fabric would you use?



 


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