Terry Finch Poems

Restless are the ocean waves
that battle for the land.
Their struggles are so timeless
against the grains of sand.
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When all a summer's meadow sleeps,
their howls will fill the air
and high upon a rocky bluff,
the wolves will guard their lair.
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Submerged within this peaceful sea
where quiet death has crept.
The surface shimmered above me
from tears as Angels wept.
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I heard the howling of the wind
across the drifted snow.
It's icy chill and loneliness
had nowhere else to go.
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Hungry, are the wolves that stalk
a winter's frozen lake.
Howling such unearthly sounds,
and keeping us awake.
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I walked along a lonely track,
my eye upon the end.
A cold wind blowing at my back,
hard times my only friend.
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In a frosty morning's solitude,
sunlight's piercing Autumn leaves.
A peaceful silent interlude
in an endless sea of trees.
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We live our lives
from day to day,
tide to moonlit tide.
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You hear it in the desert sands
and feel it in the air.
It's crossing over all the lands
from a dark and secret lair.
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I seek solace in this dark place every morn
and wake with the coming night.
One day I will awaken from my slumber
to find there is no dawn
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