POETRY
AND
PROSE
DEEP
away
in
the
far
of
night
gleams
the
lost
star
of
sorrow
I've
reached
for
your
sun,
sorrow
but
the
stars
that
light
your
eyes,
when
gazing
upon
them
are
not
illusion.
but
your
inner
soul.
Reach
up,
open
your
hand.
Claim
the
purity,
piece
of
mind
for
they
are
yours
you
are
one
of
them.
Love
them,
and
let
them
love
you
Then
taste
their
tears
oflonliness
as
they
have
tasted
yours
THIS
BRANCH
Down
toward
the
edge
of
a
fence
a
Small
branch
sits,
with
its
twigs
crossed"
And
a
grin
on
its
bough
And
brown
skin
that
is
too
dark
for
Some
of
the
other
branches.
The
branch
twists
and
turns
At
some
points
it
is
even
all
knotted
up
This
branch
is
really
only
a
short
branch
Like
all
of
the
other
ones
around
it.
Perhaps
this
branch
will
pick
itself
up
And
maybe
it
will
just
lie
there
twisting
And
turning.
If
only
the
branch
could
connect
with
The
large
tree
that
it
fell
from
Or
is
that
tree
too
large.
The
branch
does
not
seem
to
know
that
The
tree
is
there.
The
tree
that
grew
that
branch
and
let
it
go.
How
strange
that
branch
looks
sitting
in
the
Grass
with
its
end
pointed
in
the
air
and
Its
head
pointed
downwards.
Branches
are
so
funny.
Isn't
it
a
good
thing
that
branches
Are
not
like
people.
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PERCEPTIONS
Lineal
change
marked
by
a
new
wave.
Soon
the
lines
will
be
drawn
together.
Each
man
his
own
poet.
This
morning
even
the
birds
are
still.
A
white
cloud,
small
and
transparent
is
juxtaposed,
With
a
gray
cloud
large
and
mysterious.
Both
clouds
are
moving
across
the
sunlight
morning
sky.
Out
there
it's
all
so
still,
time
isn't
here
it's
gone
away.
Such
a
deep
dark
outline
the
Spruce
makes
against
the
sky.
Color
lies
on
the
ground
from
Nature's
own
paint
flecks.
Someone
has
given
us
access
to
an
ocean
of
blue
sky.
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Walk
alone
forget
to
care
about
walls
and
work
forget
to
care
about
expectations
and
demands
or
people,
their
glorious
"ifs"
and
what
I
would
if
I
could
Walk
alone
forget
to
know
about
lonely
people
and
broken
dreams
forget
to
know
about
responsibilities
and
a
stranger's
love
or
people,
their
empty
"hope"
and
what
I
could
if
I
knew
how
to
walk
alone
andforget
Curious,
he"
do
a
Little
RESEARCH
AMD
DISCOVERED
ftr
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Bullshit?
Most
of
you
who
read
this
won't
understand
it
because
it
happened
in
the
time
of
my
great
grandfather.
It
was
harvest
time
when
my
great
grandmother
gave
a
grocer
list
to
my
great
grandfather.
He
hitched
up
the
team
of
horses
and
left
for
town.
On
returning
that
night
all
he
had
was
salt,
flour
and
a
large
jug
of
alcohol;
he
had
lost
the
grocery
list.
Great
grandmother
was
angry
with
him.
"God
will
provide,"
he
said
and
went
outside
to
sit
on
the
porch
and
have
a
little
drink.
Across
the
river
stood
a
deer.
Great
grandfather
got
his
rifle
and
shot
it.
He
crossed
the
river
and
went
to
where
the
bullet
had
gone
after
passing
through
the
deer,
(lead
was
expensive).
The
lead
had
lodged
in
a
tree.
After
digging
it
out
the
Jiole
began
.to
leak
honey
from
a
beehive
in
the
tree.
Great
grandfather
got
a
wedge
to
split
the
tree,5,
to
get
the
honey,
after
which
he
butchered
the
deer.
When
he
got
back
to
told
great
grandmother,
"I
told
you
God
would
provide".
"Wish
he'd
provide
some
lard,"
she
grumbled.
In
the
morning
the
honey
tree
looked
as
if
it
had
turned
black,
so
great
grandfather
went
over
to
look
at
it.
A
bear
had
gotten
into
it,
knocked
the
wedge
out'
and
trapped
himself.
God
had
provided
the
lard.
Most
of
you
that
have
read
this
won't
believe
it
because
it
happened
in
the
time
of
my
great
grandfather.
James
Q.
McCabe
What
does
it
mean,
then,
to
love
one's
country,
and
what
does
it
mean
to
be
patriotic?
If
a
poet
is
busy
all
his
life
fighting
evil
prejudices,
removing
narrow
views,
enlightening
the
minds
of
his
people,
purifying
their
taste
an
annobling
their
opinions
and
thoughts,
how
could
he
do
better
or
be
more
patriotic?
Goethe