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Lone Dog Poems

Have you ever spent a night in the North 'neath the
limbs of the sheltering pines,
When the silence stabs at your pounding heart and the
sounds play tricks with your mind?

(A tribute to the courage and determination of Terry Fox)

Run Terry, run! Run Terry, run! –

Noble Tecumseh;
Chief of the Shawnee;
Where do your naked bones
Rest `neath the soil?

(An 'Education Week' Rap)

Education, education;
There's nothing quite like education!

I have a father whom I do not know.
He left our family many years ago.
I often wonder why he went away.
Oh, how my life has changed since that dark day!

Witch's brew. Witch's brew.
Add a finger to the wicked stew.
Snakes and snails, lizard's tails,
A young girl's heart and an eye or two.

(On Devil's Night)

Quick! Inside the house! Dim the lights!

Grand symbol of the northern lakes
Where you've returned once more,
The echoes of your eerie cry
Awake the distant shore.

A match that's spent. A failed attempt.
I must find wood that's drier.
A puff of smoke. A flicker weak.
A flash! A flare! A fire!

Blood red ran the eastern horizon.
Fire red was the rising sun,
As a few brave British sailors
Took their stations by the guns.

On a cold but sunny December day,
I wandered down to the ice-strewn banks
of the Detroit River
and observed, before me, a flotilla of ice rafts

Oh, where are your heroes,
O Canada?
Oh, where are your heroes
This day?

Have you touched the life of one person today?
Have you aided someone in need?

Have you wiped the tears from a saddened face

`Tis given not to everyone
Who walks along life's road.
And though I've waited all my life
It's never been bestowed.

A godlier man, there never lived -
My dear old Uncle Fred,
And throngs should fill the funeral home
When word comes that he's dead.

(Dedicated to my friend Carlos Velasquez who shared many of his secrets with me)

There's a wooden box that I buried deep
Where a rocky trail still winds.

They say a dog's a man's best friend,
With that I will agree.
A better friend than any one
Of us could ever be!

I should have gone to your grave today
As many others do,
And lay some flowers in a small bouquet
Near the headstone carved for you.

(Written by my mother and discovered after her death)

My sons, it will not ever be that Love

Now I know that most don't believe in ghosts
and I was one of these,
`Til one bitter night I saw a sight
that would make your blood nigh freeze,

The Best Poem Of Lone Dog

A Night In The North

Have you ever spent a night in the North 'neath the
limbs of the sheltering pines,
When the silence stabs at your pounding heart and the
sounds play tricks with your mind?
Have you watched the shadows steal through the woods
fusing darkness to the ground?
Have you jumped at the snap of a breaking limb wondering
what had caused the sound?
Have you ever seen a friendly moon dip its fingers
in a stream
And dye the sparkling waters with its golden-yellow
Have you ever gazed at a billion stars in a sea of
pitch- black sky?
And thrilled to a streaking meteor as it flashes
on your eye?
And stared in awe at the Milky Way awash in the
Northern Lights?
Wondering, wondering, wondering there, far,
far into the night?
Were you ever warmed by a crackling fire as its
licking tongues of red
Consume the flitting shadows as they dance around
your head?
Have you reveled in the skids and pops of ducklings
as they play,
And the sudden leap of a lively bass as it breaks
a mirrored bay?
Have you heard the haunting laugh of a loon on a
waking northern lake?
And watched as Time tears the night to shreds and the
dawn begins to break?
Then you'd know how I felt on that first lone night
as I camped in the Great Outdoors,
And you'd understand why I oft' return to that
land of rocky shores.

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