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Long were the boats,
which anchored in the Quay.
Anchored together,
so they wouldn't float away,

On the shores,
of Lake Gitchigume,
where children would play,

came a spirit,
who would not stay away.
A kindred spirit,
of a native man, at play,

who remembering,
his youth,
like only he can.
Times were fresh not uncouth.

The access to the
land would always be free,
for it belonged to all,
even you and me.

Fear not the spirit,
for he was the host,
representing us all,
as our own human ghost.

Early evening,
before the sunset,
a strange phenomenon occurs,
you may never forget.

Angels and Devils,
on horseback, rode,
searching the villagers'
humble abode.

Another story, before
the early dawn break,
would search again,
for more souls to take.

Angels and Devils,
on horseback, will ride,
through the masses of humanity,
down by their side.

Shutter your windows,
board up your door,
for the spawn of the Devil,
will return for more.

One day the Sun,
began rising in the West.
Understand this new priority.
What happens to the rest?

The world re-oriented
on its plane,
wobbled like a top,
and I became insane.

No rhyme or reason,
for me to see this way,
except when my mind,
detoured and went astray.

Beautiful wisteria,
above the garden gate,
as flowing, golden, colors,
enhanced the landscape.

Water flowerßsc, slowly,
along the garden wall,
where all the flowers,
grow, short or tall.

Should I leave tomorrow,
you won't need to call, just
tell all I love them,
look for me in the mall.

If I can see tomorrow,
a day which may never come,
it would be a blessing,
if it's the day I don't succumb.

For all the promised tomorrows,
there never has been one,
for life doesn't guarantee survival,
or when it's one and done.

Someone told me, when the bell tolls,
Angels will take away the dead,
for all the souls are gone,
as other spirits fled.

If there were no more tomorrows,
with fewer yesterdays,
would it matter what you thought,
if you were here today?

Judge me not,
for whom you think I be,
as I am just a man,
who desires to be free.

Free from all aspersions,
of what people expect of me,
when no one knows
about my life, except me.

I don't mean to whine,
although it does sound like me.
Leave me alone. I'll be OK,
after God sets me free.

Into the ground,
he drove the stake,
hoping to never see,
the end of the sunbreak.

Why do we worry,
when all things are free?
Is it because of another time,
for you to see what you expect to see?

Back in the day,
words said quite often,
when smoking was said,
to drive another nail into your coffin.

I have been told,
from every broken heart,
a rainbow will appear,
to brighten your daily start.