#spirits
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by Michael Plante Moon river bay sleeps like an old manwhen the dead paddle by under the full moon.The spirits of our dead call out like a loon in the darkness“Remember us….remember….”Drifting ice melts awaya new shoreline is reveled.Our ancestors step ashoreand into the shadow of the pines they disappear. Mother moon watches in silence.Her…
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by Michael Plante Freedom-release or escapedid the Creator open the door to your prisonor did he give you an area to escape into?Prison is within the mindfor a caged bird sings praises to the Creatorand receives contentment for its efforts. The bird closes its eyesand dreams of an open fieldthe vastness of nothing is where…
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by Michael Plante The Red Maple Leaf We’re born to moveas we start to crawl our world opens up.New experiences unfold before our eyeswe marvel at what we findand we hold close to our heartsmoments that impact our soul.Moments that change our perspectiveand the course of our lives. We develop our strideforged by failures and…
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by Michael Plante The deepest of hearts are created in Canadaour bond is the winter that we embraceCold that chills the bone, and snow that covers our landproduces hearty Canadians with a historyfor rising above challenges renderedby our first queen we call Winter. From a restful slumber we riseto look beyond the windowpanethe cold of…
