Terry Dawson Poems

I've met a girl
Louise her name.
Within I feel new strength unfurl
And I'm no more the same.
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Across the Uhab river's dry bed
Lies a land unlike any other,
An arid plain beside the sea,
Of wild, mysterious beauty.
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In this life we bear
In equal portion
Mix dare
With caution
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The spring swallows return anew;
I search for the elusive blue;
Sky-riders of unequalled grace,
Conjures to sight likeness of you.
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Soft light by gradual stage reveals
(As dark of night recedes)
Idyllic scenes which yet conceal
Most grim and bloody deeds
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Against wrongs done me
My spirit raged
Hatred-blinded, I do not see
That lust for vengeance
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In the month of October
As dry as dust
The elephants wait
For the rain that must
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Africa once again was wracked with pain
As warfare stalked the land
And through the years of the copious tears,
Few could understand
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The plum in spring returns to life,
In dazzling new white blossoms rife
Which pleasure well the heart and mind
And sense of calm there leave behind.
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Through the dark winters of loneliness
Dreaming - hearth-fire of the mind -
Is friend. And fellowships imagined
are the summers of Companionship
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