Ron Dawson Poems

The ghosts of the sunken ships remember the fog,
Reminiscent of the danger of a wild, mad dog.

Hidden it the darkness it came into the night,
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Standing by the smoldering fire with outstretched arms, the mysterious medicine man prays to his ancestral spirits to carry on his peoples flight.

Seeking guidance from his world of gods and demons, he plays his music with his drum and rattles as he chants over the dim light.
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The opening eyelids of the morn appear,
The start of another day is now here.

The sun shines down on the country below,
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