Douglas McClarty Poems

I killed a Rook that sat high on a tree
I watched it fall unto the forest floor
It lay still no sound it would fly no more
I killed that Rook lying on the forest floor
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Days pass no thoughts
about family, friends
Until the calm waters of life
start to ripple again
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The evening sun was falling behind Maroma
When we reached the Pueblo Canuelo
We had journeyed through the winding goat tracks
Among the thousands of ripened olive trees
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I saved a Grasshopper
from the pool today
He was wet and soggy
when I set him on the clay
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Was on the way to Agra
On this road I sat amazed
So many animals on this busy route
A Zoo materialising in the haze
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I made and shot the arrow
it did not kill
It just maimed a broken heart for life
it was double sided
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My dad would take a spade and dig
Turn the sods over in dry winter days
They were left in the garden to dry
Warmed by dry spring air we had soil
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Who do you run to when you hit a brick wall
Who do you turn to when you tumble and fall
Who do you think of when you feel down and out
Who do you cry to when your living in doubt
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The urge always there
To roam, to get away
From the drudgery of it all
Were everything seems grey
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