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    Echoes and Shadows
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    Echoes and Shadows

    By Douglas Wilson

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    Echoes & Shadows is a collection of poetry that was written over the course of the past half century. This collection of poetry began while I was still a youth growing up in a small rural Northern Michigan town. The collection was continued through my college days at Central Michigan University, extending through “learning years”, finishing with my coming of age as a writer and as a person.

    In many ways, Echoes & Shadows is a life history. It chronicles the events of my life and it speaks of the people and places that have most impacted my life. The poetry collection is my thoughts, feelings, philosophies, and memories.

    Echoes & Shadows is dedicated to the family, friends and women I have loved who so often have touched my life and inspired this collection of poetry.

    My sincerest thank you to Lisa, Tracy and Carlie Jo for their time and technical assistance in compiling these poems. Their efforts were a big factor in getting Echoes and Shadows ready for publishing.
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    Release dateSep 3, 2019
    ISBN9781532081279
    Echoes and Shadows
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    Douglas Wilson

    Douglas Wilson is a senior fellow of theology at New Saint Andrews College. Wilson isthe author of numerous books on education, theology, and culture, including: The Case for Classical Christian Education , Recovering the Lost Tools of Learning , Mother Kirk , and Angels in the Architecture , as well as biographies on both Anne Bradstreet and John Knox.

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      Echoes and Shadows - Douglas Wilson

      Copyright © 2019 Douglas Wilson.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

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      CONTENTS

      The Grass Grows Green

      The Blue Rose

      Wondering

      Grapes of Blue

      The Gentle Season

      We Like Those Leaves

      Where is the Toy Maker?

      An Autumn Song

      Bury Me (But Not Too Deep)

      Mother’s Eyes

      Pardon My Dust

      A Loved One Lost

      A Eulogy in Candle Wax

      He Who in Love

      I See that Cloud

      My Friend Teddy

      The Lover Lady Mystic

      I Need You

      Meditation: On Seeking Truth and Wisdom

      Friends I’ve Never Seen

      Where the Honor Lies

      I’m Sorry Jim

      Snowbound in Sarasota

      The Play

      Unicorns, Mermaids, and Dragons

      5:45 O’Hare Field

      The Pocketknife

      The Town Cryer Weeps No More

      Out, From Under the Lion’s Paw

      Drawn to A Flame

      Ode to A Flame

      What Ever Happened to Larry?

      Face Within the Window

      If Now Were Only Yesterday

      Oh, Spirit Unbroken

      When You Don’t Talk to Me

      Winter Killed

      Alpena

      Some Thoughts at Bedtime

      The Dancer

      A Lion in Winter

      Awake at Dawn

      Oh, That Shallow Man

      The Other

      What Do You Do?

      I Am Empty

      I’ll Never Love Like that Again

      Sweet Lady of Virtue

      The Beginning of the End

      The Dark Side

      To Me at Thirty-One

      An Autumn Memory

      As Promised to An Angel

      Come Pretend

      Let the Sun Shine

      Say Goodnight, Not Goodbye

      A Friend in the Car

      Bounce the Baby

      Dirt Roads

      It’s So

      Patch of Earth

      The Chase

      The Girl Next Door

      Those Eyes

      Where Shall the Children Play?

      Another Tomorrow

      Drifting

      From the Inside Out

      Set the Caged Bird Free

      A Vigil, For Some

      Punch and Judy

      Ever in Nova

      Hold Me

      Night’s Rest

      The Night Keeper

      The Saddest End of All

      To Edgar

      A Gale

      My Life Story

      Same Woods, Different Paths

      The Unbroken Circle

      Howl at the Moon

      Your Threshold

      She Sleeps

      I Almost Always Do

      Life’s Gate

      I Thank You My Lady

      Marathon Man

      Of Crystal and Stone

      She Never Paused to Say Goodbye

      Through A Looking Glass

      A Legend for All the Ages

      I Love it When

      It’s A Mystery to Me

      My Summer, Special Friend

      The Carol I Sing

      They Marched Again

      To Know and Remember

      Who Done It?

      So Seldom Does A Rainbow Rise

      Two Old Patriots Lay Dying

      Up Hill

      I’m Leaving L.A.

      If I Had Known

      Passing Through the Graveyard

      Love Was Not Enough

      Carpe Diem

      The Precious Days

      Carlie’s Poem

      Bread for Everyone

      A Hole is Left

      A Tale Remembered

      Cast His Ashes

      The Way

      It Was How She Looked At Me

      Only in Dreams

      The Moon in Cebu

      The Purgatory Road

      A Gold Star Parent

      A Requiem for the Dead

      A Sailor’s Tale

      A Tanqueray Night

      I Am Still Here

      Into the Bad Lands

      The Sandman Comes

      The Beggar’s Banquet

      Tis Nearly 4:00 p.m.

      Immigrants and Refugees

      Looking Back On My Yesterday

      My Grandfather’s Words

      Out of Love, I Let You Go

      Reflection On Our Election

      She Shall Wonder Why

      Thinking of Linda

      Without A Word

      A Shadow Across the Moon

      Breathless

      Even to The Angels

      How Does it Work?

      I Don’t See the Labels

      I Wish to Fall in Love Again

      Let My River Run

      Looking Back at College Days

      Sunday Morning, Coming Down

      The Girl Upon the Ledge

      Three Fair Maidens

      Echoes and Shadows

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      PROLOGUE

      Echoes & Shadows is a collection of poetry that was written over the course of the past half-century. This collection of poetry began while I was still a youth growing up in a small rural Northern Michigan town. The collection was continued through my college days at Central Michigan University, extending through my learning years, finishing with my coming of age as a writer and as a person.

      In many ways, Echoes & Shadows is a life history. It chronicles the events of my life and it speaks of the people and places that have most impacted my life. The poetry collection is my thoughts, feelings, philosophies, and memories.

      Echoes & Shadows is dedicated to the family, friends, and women I have loved who so often have touched my life and inspired this collection of poetry.

      My sincerest thank you to Lisa, Tracy, Carlie Jane, and Carlie Jo for their time and technical assistance in compiling these poems. Their efforts were a big factor in getting Echoes and Shadows ready for publishing.

      THE GRASS GROWS GREEN

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      Above the glory of the storm,

      Among the ever-peaceful sleeping,

      Calmed, is the heart once scorned,

      The wind has mourned their leaving.

      Upon these ravaged hills,

      Across the smoldering plains,

      Weapons rust in the morning mist,

      Bodies rot in the evening rains.

      A terrible stench on the wind,

      The vultures rose and flew,

      Metals to their chests still pinned,

      These children we once knew.

      Here, hours ago flags were flown,

      Cannons roared like heavens thunder,

      Bugles echoed loudly blown,

      The fields were trampled under.

      The pride of every living race,

      Left half-naked in the cold,

      They are decomposing everyplace,

      Their forms are caked in mold.

      With hate and fear upon their breath,

      They killed a mother’s son,

      Gallantly they marched to death,

      Yet no one knows who won.

      Twisted now in morbid shapes,

      Their faces hell as seen,

      Trampled like some wasted grapes,

      Beneath, the grass grows green.

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      THE BLUE ROSE

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      It is winter, nature sleeps,

      The sky is cloudy, winter gray,

      The birds have long ago departed,

      To seek a warmer place to stay.

      Snow has covered the un-reaped harvest,

      The orchard and its trees bend low

      Covered with light frost and mist,

      Gently covered in a web of snow.

      All the flowers too are sleeping,

      Except one rose who bends, weeping.

      Boldly, she stands the winter season,

      A rebel without a cause nor reason.

      Her petals are a bitter blue,

      And frozen to the touch,

      Or because she is sad, alone,

      She changed her color such.

      Long at last she bends her tired head,

      Perhaps it only bows and prays,

      But I fear inside, she’s dead,

      Blown by the

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