Lone Dog


Lone Dog Poems

1. Their Finest Hour 9/5/2009
2. Helplessness Revisited 9/5/2009
3. A Question Concerning The Flight Of A Duck 9/5/2009
4. Nemesis 9/5/2009
5. A Meeting Of Minds 9/5/2009
6. Granny Smith 9/5/2009
7. A Love Story 9/5/2009
8. A Man Of Worth 9/5/2009
9. A Place To Rest 9/5/2009
10. A Postmortem Word 9/5/2009
11. Autumn 9/5/2009
12. Bad Sam 9/5/2009
13. Bear In Mind 9/5/2009
14. Bested By Two Pigeons 9/5/2009
15. God's Dilemma 9/5/2009
16. Hostage 9/5/2009
17. If Everyone Cared 9/5/2009
18. Illusions In Our Mind 9/5/2009
19. Insight 9/5/2009
20. Into The Sunset 9/5/2009
21. It Doesn'T Hurt To Die 9/5/2009
22. 'Ites' 9/5/2009
23. Just A Man 9/5/2009
24. Just A Titbit 9/5/2009
25. Because I Love You 9/5/2009
26. Enigma 9/5/2009
27. From Dust Unto Dust 9/5/2009
28. Killer Storm 9/5/2009
29. Life Drags On 9/5/2009
30. Looking At Relationships 9/5/2009
31. Man's Best Friend 9/5/2009
32. My Red Canoe 9/5/2009
33. The Hallowe'En Visitor 9/5/2009
34. The Heartless 9/6/2009
35. The Horizon 9/6/2009
36. The Jack-In-The-Pulpit 9/6/2009
37. An Essay On Religious Brainwashing 9/6/2009
38. The Killer 9/6/2009
39. The Last Spike 9/6/2009
40. The Lure Of The North 9/6/2009

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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
beams?
Have you ever gazed at a billion stars in a sea of
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Their Finest Hour

(A tribute to the men who fought for the British in the Battle of Lake Erie, September 10,1813)


Drums beat a dirge on the border.
Sails swell like shrouds for the dead.
Warships move out for a battle
On a lake that will soon turn blood red.

Make haste, for the Yankees are pressing!

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