Guest Poet Richard Lee
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Captured in the middle of the night
Frightened by a cloth covering my sight,
Tossed into a canoe narrow and small,
Silence blankets me as i land from my fall,
Flowing very fast in a river wild,
Crying helplessly like a newbon child,
Hearing whispers from an era before me,
I was lifted off the canoe and able to see,
They were ghost pirates with their newest mate,
It was a trap and iąd walked in the front gate,
I was told secrets of stories untold,
They discovered a treasure and i was the gold,
I stayed with them for what seemed like years,
We exchanged a lot of laughs and many tears,
Before i knew it they sent me away,
Reminiscing as yesterday became today.
THE HUNTER
The rain dances on the moonlite floor,
As the water gently flows into the shore,
The eagle is hiding, afraid to soar,
The eagle is wise, for she knows more,
She keeps a watchful eye on her young,
As they eat the food she has brung,
Father eagle plays with his son,
His heart touched by this, the hunter lowers his gun.
October 1997
Richard Lee's Questions:
Can people figue out what I'm feeling by reading these? Cause I
certainly don't know. I dont see my poems as being good. Can viewers
rate them?
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