Walterrean Salley Poems

Once I celebrated Halloween:
It was a part of my childhood.
Everyone was so excited.
And dressing up
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In this
Very dark and
Sinister world (hill and
Valley) , the light of faith ever
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Sacred ground. A holy place.
Quietly reserved for longing souls.
The troubled. Lost. And indifferent.
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There are those who must
Always have the bottom line
And I wonder why?
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I remember picking blackberries
When I was very little.
We’d go in groups to comb
Our favorite fields
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In spite of my longing,
Nothing can bring back
The Christmas Eves
Of my childhood.
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Christmas brightens the spirits
Of little girls and boys.
Santa and his elves;
All the fun and toys.
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Today the fog returns,
As betimes it does—
Quietly settling in,
‘Fore one could know it was.
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Patience
Teaches one more
About self than any
Other experience that life
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Bands playing familiar songs.
The majorettes with their batons.
Cheerleaders wowing the crowds on.
And cheering fans—old and young.
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