The Call Of The Loon Poem by Lone Dog

The Call Of The Loon

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

You pierce the night with mournful wails
Of souls condemned in Hell,
And auguries of death to come
Where'er our teepees dwell.

Hysterically, you echo from
Asylums of the deep,
Where twisted thoughts and wild, crazed laughs
Keep anguished souls from sleep.

Your sound is one detached from earth;
Enigma of the North;
So haunting and mysterious,
To hear it draws us forth.

And when we're favored with your wail
Emotions swell within,
Transporting us to worlds unknown
From where your cry begins.

Your sound's so strange and yet so shrill,
So beautiful, so clear!
Our hearts will all be saddened when
You leave us late this year.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 06 September 2009

This is beautifully haunting, rhymes majestically, and contains everything you could hope for. Well worth reading over and over again.. thanks for this

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