Bill Galvin Biography

A bright, clear and cold night…
The near full moon setting low in the winter sky,
Illuminating the bare tree branches;
Casting ghostlike shadows on the snow;
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The wandering gusts of winter wind
Repeat and follow and reply
And flow over the tops of the forest
Of this dark night's bare branches,
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Does this feel good or what?

Good to be back in these Acadian hills,
Touching these granite rocks once again…
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A slow turn of her head away from me,
Her eyes gazing at nothing in particular.
She turns back and with a brave face says,
'This may be something really bad.'
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To Our Unparted Spirits…

Do you remember those first few years?
Every day was so bright and new?
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