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A Poet's Journal: March 4th, 2015

  March 4th, 2015 There was a swoop in the air and, thinking it the wind, noticed a flock of song-birds passing over.  It is strange to wonder then, how many times we may say something with one intention in mind, but provide suitable ground for other unconscious actions.  When the birds pass, they do not think they are the wind, nor even birds. Douglas Thornton

Anectahi's Chant

Here is an excerpt from a poem entitled Anectahi's Chant published in Woodland Poems. Anectahi's Chant The hearts of men rest Far from where they sleep And dream profusely In the night; absence Is the only joy That moves their spirits Closer to the form Each impression hides. Obscure be the ways In which their visions Turn truth in the mind To rename its fate, And by this, conceive Of present worth, false Entangled judgements Not to be escaped.