Anthony O'Connor Poems

Sitting on my east deck in the drizzling rain,
listening over the dunes to the ocean roar.
Surf line running hard like a westbound train,
pounding its changing landscape for evermore.
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Winding, turning, rising and falling
over vast open ranges and meadows
climbing, switching back and narrowing
to tall mountain peaks and deep canyons.
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The sun, oh how it does shine brightly.
The Son, how bravely he stands alone.
The Son, oh how he touch life lightly.
The sun, how it does bring us home.
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Some hear that they are all gone in days of past
Some hear that all have gone on for fertile grass
Some say they remain and roam this great land
Some say they still linger to feed from his hand
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You used to tell me how glad you were,
lately my love you don’t seem that way.

The times we now share have changed,
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