Joya Fairchild Poems

Moonglow, empty as death's cold shroud,
fingers Earth's surface, a pale lustrous cloud
of the Huntress... in her stealthy quest for game,
virginous Diana.. hallowed in moons cool flame.
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So it seems, Raven Site was home to Anasazi
An ancient people vanished unto time,
My eyes did view their ruins with dismay,
appalled by restorations disarray--
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I saw their faces, the hungry, destitute and forlorn,
this river of people that tread a continent war-torn.
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I stood, on Copan's hallowed land,
I heard the ancient hosts...
softly, as a singing wind...
came the voices of these gentle ghosts.
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