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An intimate glimpse into the life experiences of a man growing from youth to retirement. A collection of 145 poems written over a lifetime.
Echoes & Shadows is a collection of poetry that was written over the course of the past half century. This collection of poetry began while I was still a youth growing up in a small rural Northern Michigan town. The collection was continued through my college days at Central Michigan University, extending through “learning years”, finishing with my coming of age as a writer and as a person.
In many ways, Echoes & Shadows is a life history. It chronicles the events of my life and it speaks of the people and places that have most impacted my life. The poetry collection is my thoughts, feelings, philosophies, and memories.
Echoes & Shadows is dedicated to the family, friends and women I have loved who so often have touched my life and inspired this collection of poetry.
My sincerest thank you to Lisa, Tracy and Carlie Jo for their time and technical assistance in compiling these poems. Their efforts were a big factor in getting Echoes and Shadows ready for publishing.

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Publié par	iUniverse
Date de parution	03 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781532081279
Langue	English

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ECHOES and SHADOWS
DOUGLAS WILSON

ECHOES AND SHADOWS

Copyright © 2019 Douglas Wilson.

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CONTENTS
The Grass Grows Green
The Blue Rose
Wondering
Grapes of Blue
The Gentle Season
We Like Those Leaves
Where is the Toy Maker?
An Autumn Song
Bury Me (But Not Too Deep)
Mother’s Eyes
Pardon My Dust
A Loved One Lost
A Eulogy in Candle Wax
He Who in Love
I See that Cloud
My Friend Teddy
The Lover Lady Mystic
I Need You
Meditation: On Seeking Truth and Wisdom
Friends I’ve Never Seen
Where the Honor Lies
I’m Sorry Jim
Snowbound in Sarasota
The Play
Unicorns, Mermaids, and Dragons
5:45 O’Hare Field
The Pocketknife
The Town Cryer Weeps No More
Out, From Under the Lion’s Paw
Drawn to A Flame
Ode to A Flame
What Ever Happened to Larry?
Face Within the Window
If Now Were Only Yesterday
Oh, Spirit Unbroken
When You Don’t Talk to Me
Winter Killed
Alpena
Some Thoughts at Bedtime
The Dancer
A Lion in Winter
Awake at Dawn
Oh, That Shallow Man
The Other
What Do You Do?
I Am Empty
I’ll Never Love Like that Again
Sweet Lady of Virtue
The Beginning of the End
The Dark Side
To Me at Thirty-One
An Autumn Memory
As Promised to An Angel
Come Pretend
Let the Sun Shine
Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye
A Friend in the Car
Bounce the Baby
Dirt Roads
It’s So
Patch of Earth
The Chase
The Girl Next Door
Those Eyes
Where Shall the Children Play?
Another Tomorrow
Drifting
From the Inside Out
Set the Caged Bird Free
A Vigil, For Some
Punch and Judy
Ever in Nova
Hold Me
Night’s Rest
The Night Keeper
The Saddest End of All
To Edgar
A Gale
My Life Story
Same Woods, Different Paths
The Unbroken Circle
Howl at the Moon
Your Threshold
She Sleeps
I Almost Always Do
Life’s Gate
I Thank You My Lady
Marathon Man
Of Crystal and Stone
She Never Paused to Say Goodbye
Through A Looking Glass
A Legend for All the Ages
I Love it When
It’s A Mystery to Me
My Summer, Special Friend
The Carol I Sing
They Marched Again
To Know and Remember
Who Done It?
So Seldom Does A Rainbow Rise
Two Old Patriots Lay Dying
Up Hill
I’m Leaving L.A.
If I Had Known
Passing Through the Graveyard
Love Was Not Enough
Carpe Diem
The Precious Days
Carlie’s Poem
Bread for Everyone
A Hole is Left
A Tale Remembered
Cast His Ashes
The Way
It Was How She Looked At Me
Only in Dreams
The Moon in Cebu
The Purgatory Road
A Gold Star Parent
A Requiem for the Dead
A Sailor’s Tale
A Tanqueray Night
I Am Still Here
Into the Bad Lands
The Sandman Comes
The Beggar’s Banquet
Tis Nearly 4:00 p.m.
Immigrants and Refugees
Looking Back On My Yesterday
My Grandfather’s Words
Out of Love, I Let You Go
Reflection On Our Election
She Shall Wonder Why
Thinking of Linda
Without A Word
A Shadow Across the Moon
Breathless
Even to The Angels
How Does it Work?
I Don’t See the Labels
I Wish to Fall in Love Again
Let My River Run
Looking Back at College Days
Sunday Morning, Coming Down
The Girl Upon the Ledge
Three Fair Maidens
Echoes and Shadows

PROLOGUE
Echoes & Shadows is a collection of poetry that was written over the course of the past half-century. This collection of poetry began while I was still a youth growing up in a small rural Northern Michigan town. The collection was continued through my college days at Central Michigan University, extending through my “learning years”, finishing with my coming of age as a writer and as a person.
In many ways, Echoes & Shadows is a life history. It chronicles the events of my life and it speaks of the people and places that have most impacted my life. The poetry collection is my thoughts, feelings, philosophies, and memories.
Echoes & Shadows is dedicated to the family, friends, and women I have loved who so often have touched my life and inspired this collection of poetry.
My sincerest thank you to Lisa, Tracy, Carlie Jane, and Carlie Jo for their time and technical assistance in compiling these poems. Their efforts were a big factor in getting Echoes and Shadows ready for publishing.
THE GRASS GROWS GREEN

Above the glory of the storm,
Among the ever-peaceful sleeping,
Calmed, is the heart once scorned,
The wind has mourned their leaving.

Upon these ravaged hills,
Across the smoldering plains,
Weapons rust in the morning mist,
Bodies rot in the evening rains.

A terrible stench on the wind,
The vultures rose and flew,
Metals to their chests still pinned,
These children we once knew.

Here, hours ago flags were flown,
Cannons roared like heavens thunder,
Bugles echoed loudly blown,
The fields were trampled under.

The pride of every living race,
Left half-naked in the cold,
They are decomposing everyplace,
Their forms are caked in mold.
With hate and fear upon their breath,
They killed a mother’s son,
Gallantly they marched to death,
Yet no one knows who won.

Twisted now in morbid shapes,
Their faces hell as seen,
Trampled like some wasted grapes,
Beneath, the grass grows green.

1969
THE BLUE ROSE

It is winter, nature sleeps,
The sky is cloudy, winter gray,
The birds have long ago departed,
To seek a warmer place to stay.
Snow has covered the un-reaped harvest,
The orchard and its trees bend low
Covered with light frost and mist,
Gently covered in a web of snow.

All the flowers too are sleeping,
Except one rose who bends, weeping.
Boldly, she stands the winter season,
A rebel without a cause nor reason.
Her petals are a bitter blue,
And frozen to the touch,
Or because she is sad, alone,
She changed her color such.
Long at last she bends her tired head,
Perhaps it only bows and prays,
But I fear inside, she’s dead,
Blown by the wind she nods and sways.

Poor blue rose, sweet frozen fragrance,
Preserved in our lonely solitude,
Stretch up tall toward the sun,
Stand a century in the snow.
I have for you my empathy,
From my deepest breast.
I pray take in and warm thee,
And put this mind to rest.
But surely God and nature will spare,
One single rose for me,
A rose of blue is very rare,
You stand alone so silently.

If only I could have your will,
To stand so tall when all alone.
Perhaps, I too could wake still,
While all the poets sleep,
Stand firm against the times of grief,
Hold proud my head up high.
Tell the world of my beliefs,
And shout them to the sky.
Try to change a world found fault with,
Do these things long meant to be.
Then perhaps this anxious mind,
Could thaw it’s dreams in spring with thee.

1967
WONDERING

(On Love)
Might I dare to chance the brush,
To watch your virgin face turn blush,
Or better trust you, do what you could,
Ask you in the darkening wood?

Beseech you for one more kiss,
Accept your wrath with gallant bliss,
Nor either, but stand here head hung low,
A fool to ask afraid to know.
While all the time I feel your gaze,
Upon my fevered cheeks it stays.

I feel your breath, your every kiss,
Relived with you each moment missed.
Which never lived except in my mind.
I pray my lady for some sign,
That you would let whatever be,
Give your love before God and me.

Forbid us hasten this moment by,
But cherish it, not let it die,
To one another we shall yield together,
Making this moment last forever.
Two hears forged in passionate love,
Pledged, and judged by God above.
Be this love bloomed too early,
God shall forgive his tender surly.
For love does bloom both night and day,
From the holy flock two sheep may stray,
Returned more perfect in another way.

For Patty Jane
1967
GRAPES OF BLUE

Those grapes of blue,
That tempts like you,
Grow wild upon the vine,
Indeed, they make the sweetest wine.

But in the early quiet spring,
About the vine