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To Those Gone Before

  TO THOSE GONE BEFORE H. W. Bryce   I will not say goodbye, nor so long, But see ya, soon, won’t be long. To your memory we kneel, With our love we place our seal. To all of you … Continue reading

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From this Heart

    FROM THIS HEART H. W. bryce   For true democracy for all   From this aching heart please lift this burden That I carry heavy along the way; I cry for my fathers, I weep for my children, … Continue reading

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Nobody’s Learnin’ Nuthin’

  NOBODY’S  LEARNIN’ NUTHIN’   H. W. Bryce   Ho hum, another killin’, another war, Seen it all before. We mourn, we pray, We say and we say, but prejudices will stay And nobody’s learnin’ nuthin’.   Might’s well bury … Continue reading

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Everything Old Was Not Bad

  EVERYTHING OLD WAS NOT BAD H. W. Bryce Notes There’s a tendency to abandon the old Not just old people into institutions But important traditions, institutions, Buildings, genres in music, story-telling Formats. Poetry, for examples, has swung From formal … Continue reading

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Maybe Tomorrow

  MAYBE TOMORROW H. W. Bryce Maybe tomorrow, things will be all right, Maybe tomorrow my sun will be bright, Maybe tomorrow will shine upon me And sorrow, sad sorrow, will set     me     free. I will remember the … Continue reading

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Call of the Loon

  THE CALL OF THE LOON  H. W. Bryce   The sandy shore, quiet azure sky, The luxury of the northern forest, The quiet breathing of contentment, And I hear the call of the loon.   Haunting, calling, all is … Continue reading

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Watching Shadows

  WATCHING SHADOW H. W. Bryce Watching shadows on the move, Moving, slowly moving. Waiting, waiting For that perfect moment… Then the shadow of the fence post Slides silently into the crack between The tiles, and in perfect synchronicity Points … Continue reading

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