Ronnie Gardner Poems
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The Moon Walker
To someone I never knew but felt he like part of my home
Those sunsets listening overseas as though they were my own.
Then the Singer sang: Why, why, why tell them that it's human nature
why, why, why tell that its human nature....
Each flow a glide or stroke of the pen, Each stroke an elaborate flow of the wind, each wind a glide of the Again, Tell them that its human nature. Notes carried on wind pipes married again to my furthest imaginings. Practical is sheared to the land of the eternal which no longer wield is hand upon us in his song. We are called back the master's song...