Cameron Gallant Poems

When there's a triumph; sword to sword
People falling; fold to fold
And people crying, dying
Let history's scrolls unroll
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Silver
Clatter
Bells on steel
Hooves in dark sand
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I sit alone, deserted in an utmost unloving manner
The rains cascades down my windows as tears
I’m lonely alone, with nobody to console me
Deserted the only family I’ve ever had
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Talk about a perfect day
Just you and I alone as the wind ripples our hair
High on a cool spire of a mountain where our view is the world
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Dear Love, dear love of mine
Your face is perfect, you are so fine
Dear Love, one let us be
In response to the painted sea
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The fans go wild
The basket is scored
The teams neck and neck
Move up and down the court
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Golden light rises
Progresses marking time’s steed
Rides gently away
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Know
I know
that we are
far too lazy
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She sparkles like a fine ring
Her golden hair a million karats
Her loving eyes the most beautiful diamonds
Her delectable words chosen better than the best engraving’s
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Loft in a meadow
Lies a large doe
Soft and lying low
In a field teeming with hunters’ bows
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