George Van Den Driessche Poems

Leaving behind me
Is the world
I once called
Home.
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It has been almost four years,
To this date
When I first started here
Entering Aquinas,
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Once upon a time
The knights of Saint Alice
Did gather
And is tradition a feast was spread
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It towered over my childhood
Catching all fancy
And molding all thought
Surrounded by woods
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The day has past
And the hour is almost gone,
The bourbon has long run dry
In this present state
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Freezing winter night, what glories do I owe?
To sing for your beauty and your galore,
You arrive so savage and beastly
At no fault of your own
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I found it standing
There, tall amidst the trees
Years of erosion and the
Will of the river, placing
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