James Walter Orr Poems

I walked o'er the dunes to the level sand,
That ran where the water lapped the shore;
Where the wavelets ran up and cried for more
And gurgled out softly, a foaming band
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The fishermaid, in green kelp entangled,
Drapes limply, like seaweed, across the dune.
The waves, on whose saltwater she strangled
Reach for her in the pale light of the moon.
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Easy made an earnest effort,
But the effort fell far short.
Easy had, himself, exhorted
From a palpitating heart.
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Does yet the wild creature of low, savage croon,
Roam the halls of the Round Table Inn?
Does the child who was born in the dark of the moon
Wear the cloth that the dark demons spin?
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You ask me what to write about,
You of the golden tongue,
As you sit and relate to me
Of when you were so young.
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The echo of the last word,
Oh, so gently fades away,
And the room is left with silence
In the fading light of day.
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I feel life coming back to my wounded heart,
and I see the post below,
but I'm afraid to have my fortune told,
I'm without the nerve to know.
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Our summer fled the sun's hot rays,
And autumn took her place.
It's good to feel a cooler breeze
Brush closely by our face.
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The bee finds its bloom where the road runs long;
Where the nectar's sweet and the scent is strong,
Where the air is filled with all natures song.
Now, the future's made of memories known,
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We know that we will never, ever,
ever re-walk those paths again.
The love that binds our souls together
is clouded now by mists of pain.
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