James B. Earley Poems

That distant valley
Far below
Was I...as a child
........Eons ago
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Somewhere within dwells the soul of a boy
And childhood dreams of Illinois
....With thoughts.....of home again
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Where would we go if told to leave
This land where our kidnapped forefathers grieved
For life as it once were
And not as destiny's mind perceived
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So...long...the day......so short....the hour
Stolen moments....angst...........deceit
......Another night.....sooo....long....the hour
Stolen moments......bittersweet
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Who was the villain
When it all began
Some fair-haired stranger
From a faraway land
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There was a knock upon my door
…In…the light…was she
Grab your coat and in the rain
Come take a walk with me
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Alone.........I sit
By the fishing hole
Didn't bring..don't need
...No fishing pole
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All around us
Youths are dying
Victimized by greed
Of a WALL STREET kind
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Devastation wrought
In agonizing ill
Of God's omnipotence
..Or..Satan's will
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An emotional moment
For there in the mail
Was a bundle of cards
All..wishing me well
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