Rowan Welch Poems

O' great Beaver!
Believer of accomplishment!
Constructor of foundation!
Let thy wisdom of building be upon me!
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Children are vulnerable creatures.
They laugh, they learn, they cry.
But what makes me cry,
Is when they are taken advantage of.
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Beware, O' fellow, of your fear.
Fear can be dangerous.
Fear can be ignorant.
Fear can be a lie.
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Life, Love, Liberty, and Light;
Four words, spoken through eons time,
In scores of languages.
Four words that can easily explain everything.
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Caw! Caw! Unto the wind!
That to which you do own.
If not for you, the wind would lack,
The message I must be told.
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The scarlet snare of crimson blow;
The tangible symbol of all things repressed and patterned;
The cool sack of confusing liquid at your belt,
Never leaving your side.
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Ceaselessly into the past we row-
On the boat with no sail.
But wind, ever floundering blow,
And the nauseating, rocking pail-
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Names are not faces,
Regardless of what memory serves.
If so, my face is split,
And personality proven nonexistent.
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So much depends on the Earth and the Sky.
The Thunderbird claps it’s wings-
Only with the lightning storm.
But everybody knows when destruction is nigh,
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Once again, I travel broken.
Given the words to progress, unspoken-
Had I left the message, the token,
Awoken for minutes, nay, hours,
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