Raymond Farrell Poems

There is a feeling of expectation
Preceding the first fall of snow
It builds after the first frost
Fall colors are swept from treetops
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Joe he went to college
He was a college boy
He spent four years at college
Much to mother's joy
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Cowering down upon the floor
Poor wee mite would lie
Faint its brain would tell
Now's the time to die.
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The snow lay blanket-like upon the ground
The stalks of plants, all shrunk and dead
A sad reminder where a garden once was found
Were poking through without a head.
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Out of an outhouse
Into a shed
Out of a book
Into my head.
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What must be done
about leaders
who are not leaders
about people
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I know a youth lank and lean
Who could run and never tire
And I saw plainly what he saw
And burned deeply with his desire
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If the Beothuk people could speak
They would tell us all
In simple yet profound terms
What British justice was all about
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Gathered close
To the fading glow
Of the fire
That drew me in from snow
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