Nick Krakana Poems

A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
...

They would sit and stair
As clouds of steam filled the air
Fish head soup brewed in there
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A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
...

Some call home a place of bricks from clay
Others mark dates on calendars each day

My cousin John traveled the bush his way
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There's a man here
With an umbrella
Waiting to see
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That day George Orwell wrote about
Back then now is here

When neighbor, friend or stranger
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There is a world
We do not see

It passes by
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Christmas time
Brings back to mind

All those memories
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A graceful motion is exposed
From a pen that rolls

Across the page it's mission unfolds
...