Christopher Nicoll Poems

The eagle soars in its majestic flight
Surveying its kingdom from a glorious height.
Roaming, seeking, searching for
That which he has not found before
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For eons passed he has seen all
Oh what tales he could have told

Since ancient time antiquity
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Alone, sitting, gazing into the fireplace in his cabin in the woods
A discontented man with a forlorn vacant look
What thoughts are contained within his solitary life
While he warms in his cold harsh winter respite.
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The smell of dawn, that crisp clean feeling
Waking life, beginning, breathing

The dewdrop rolls from fern and tree
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The moonlight glow fades
With the rays of the new morning sun

The forest from darkness to glowing green
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