Doug Morrow Poems

You came to me late in life's long race,
Gods softpetal falling over me,
Jouyous and sweet and a never ending dream.
The Father inside me glows eternal in utter glee.
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All the Kings walk in fear of him
the mighty Armies would not go near.
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From the Carpenters farm in the Mountains Blue, a toiling and restless young man sees another world, his mesa imbue.

He chases his dream and finds a sweet young lady along his path, a great life ahead with children abound, a picture perfect way at last.
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Below the trees the cold wind roars, the young soldier is ready for the fight, the screaming bird on its final flight of war.

He always departs from right to left, protecting his boys like his only begotten sons, fire in the night, OH MY GOD, were the only ones.
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