Gordon Dean Schlundt Poems

Today I buried Papa in the ground,
Next to Mama, and my brother John;
For old time's sake, and one last look around,
Before my long and lonely ride back home,
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Arriving silent, scarcely noticed.
It swoops with ebony wings
Upon the towns and villages;
It dominates the countryside,
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At the midnight hour
The Old Year
Drifts into history
On the cold Illinois mist,
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