Lone Dog

Have you ever spent a night in the North 'neath the
limbs of the sheltering pines,
When the silence stabs at your pounding heart and the
sounds play tricks with your mind?
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(A tribute to the courage and determination of Terry Fox)


Run Terry, run! Run Terry, run! –
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Grand symbol of the northern lakes
Where you've returned once more,
The echoes of your eerie cry
Awake the distant shore.
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Noble Tecumseh;
Chief of the Shawnee;
Where do your naked bones
Rest `neath the soil?
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(An 'Education Week' Rap)

Education, education;
There's nothing quite like education!
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I have a father whom I do not know.
He left our family many years ago.
I often wonder why he went away.
Oh, how my life has changed since that dark day!
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Witch's brew. Witch's brew.
Add a finger to the wicked stew.
Snakes and snails, lizard's tails,
A young girl's heart and an eye or two.
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(On Devil's Night)


Quick! Inside the house! Dim the lights!
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A match that's spent. A failed attempt.
I must find wood that's drier.
A puff of smoke. A flicker weak.
A flash! A flare! A fire!
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On a cold but sunny December day,
I wandered down to the ice-strewn banks
of the Detroit River
and observed, before me, a flotilla of ice rafts
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Blood red ran the eastern horizon.
Fire red was the rising sun,
As a few brave British sailors
Took their stations by the guns.
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Oh, where are your heroes,
O Canada?
Oh, where are your heroes
This day?
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Have you touched the life of one person today?
Have you aided someone in need?

Have you wiped the tears from a saddened face
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`Tis given not to everyone
Who walks along life's road.
And though I've waited all my life
It's never been bestowed.
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A godlier man, there never lived -
My dear old Uncle Fred,
And throngs should fill the funeral home
When word comes that he's dead.
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(Dedicated to my friend Carlos Velasquez who shared many of his secrets with me)

There's a wooden box that I buried deep
Where a rocky trail still winds.
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I should have gone to your grave today
As many others do,
And lay some flowers in a small bouquet
Near the headstone carved for you.
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(Written by my mother and discovered after her death)


My sons, it will not ever be that Love
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Now I know that most don't believe in ghosts
and I was one of these,
`Til one bitter night I saw a sight
that would make your blood nigh freeze,
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At the ripe old age of seventy-four,
With nothing better to do,
I sat in McDonald's sipping a cup of coffee
And watching the latest news on their TV.
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