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I was told as a young childYou can dream of anythingSo, I dreamed I was a blue horsemidnight blue with a touch of whitegracefully strongunafraid of the worldaccepting of the unknownbeautiful essenceassuring eyes. I was told as a studentYou can’t dream anymoreits time to grow uplearn how to be an adultlearn to be practicalunderstand your…
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Light my soul on fireremind me why I’m herelet my lungs fill with the firethat sparks the fury of the midnight sunso those lost in the darknesscan find their way home. Let my words fall like river rockto the shores of a land others seekmay my brothers and sister pick up the stonesand forge a…
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I can imaginethat clouds are reallyupside down icebergscrossing the skyand that Newfoundlandlays next to heaven. I can imaginethat the smell of wildflowerscome to usby passing shipson infinite horizonsthat our ancestors steer. I can wish on starsthat fall from the night skykeeping their promise in my heartas the night wind carry dreamsthat fill the minds and…
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a wooded area with a little creekcaptures the imagination of a childa day’s solace could be foundor tears hidden away from inquisitive eyes.even death visits and speaksnot yet childso endurance is the day’s lesson. laughter fades when the streetlights come onas slow-footed children make their way home.twilight’s gleaming applauds their effortsas the night chariots stream…
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Your post card was received yesterdayStir, stop. was written on the back.Nothing else followed but the post mark.Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.I tapped the edge and wondered why?On the front was an old picture of two peopleportaging at Spring Lake. Was the picture on the front suppose to be us?Am I supposed to remember something?I am many…
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The Poet's House 