Lone Dog Poems

Blood red ran the eastern horizon.
Fire red was the rising sun,
As a few brave British sailors
Took their stations by the guns.
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Oh, where are your heroes,
O Canada?
Oh, where are your heroes
This day?
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Have you touched the life of one person today?
Have you aided someone in need?

Have you wiped the tears from a saddened face
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`Tis given not to everyone
Who walks along life's road.
And though I've waited all my life
It's never been bestowed.
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A godlier man, there never lived -
My dear old Uncle Fred,
And throngs should fill the funeral home
When word comes that he's dead.
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(Dedicated to my friend Carlos Velasquez who shared many of his secrets with me)

There's a wooden box that I buried deep
Where a rocky trail still winds.
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I should have gone to your grave today
As many others do,
And lay some flowers in a small bouquet
Near the headstone carved for you.
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(Written by my mother and discovered after her death)


My sons, it will not ever be that Love
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Now I know that most don't believe in ghosts
and I was one of these,
`Til one bitter night I saw a sight
that would make your blood nigh freeze,
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At the ripe old age of seventy-four,
With nothing better to do,
I sat in McDonald's sipping a cup of coffee
And watching the latest news on their TV.
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