Canyon Echoes

Henry H. Gray

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This collection of poetry–drawn from a life of 100 years–contains reflections on nature, travel, writing, ageing, philosophy, and yes, life.
The poems herein–drawn from a life of 100 years–are reflections on nature, travel, writing, ageing, philosophy, and yes, life. Some of these poems have appeared in the Meadowood Anthology, a periodical publication by and for residents of the Meadowood Retirement Community where he now lives.

Sujets

• Poetry

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• Publié par: AuthorHouse
• Date de parution: 02 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781728377155
• Langue: English

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Canyon Echoes
and other poems
 
 
 
 
 
HENRY H. GRAY
 

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Published by AuthorHouse  01/31/2023
 
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7716-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7714-8 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7715-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023900630
 
 
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Interior and back cover photos by Henry H. Gray and family.
 
This book is printed on acid-free paper.
 
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Contents
Canyon Echoes
The Game
Oak Leaves
The tiny golden leaf
The Bright Trail
Ambition
Crystal Clarity
Life’s Paths
Frost
Fine Art
Kansas Prairie
St. Joseph Beach
Redtail Hawk
January
Fragments of a Life
Your Universe
Connections
Bridges
The Barber Shop, 1935
First Love?
We Are Such Stuff
The New Chapter
Beginnings?
Agony or Ecstasy
Walking
Pacific K4s
Paoli Local
Six Epigrams
Sagebrush
Sand
Dancing Shadows
Foggy Morning
Butterfly
Moonrise
The Cape
Just Listen!
Wood Thrush
Each morning
The wintry sunset
The Storied Rock
The Presence
Now and Then
This Thing Called Love
You Never Know
A Fragment
And All Our Yesterdays
Time, the Tyrant
My Seventh Age
The Wayward Word –
The Right Word
On the Pond
A Vignette
A Winter’s Tale
Nevermore
Brief Encounter
The Survivor
Oak Leaf
The Not-so-lost Muse
A Pleasant Spot for Lunch
Aspen in the Fall
The List
The Older I Get
My View
Talking Trees
Cypress –
Sycamore –
Blue-tailed Skink –
Dark Thoughts
Donora, PA October 1948
The Occasional Poet
Things Left Undone
The Truth Prevails
The Wall
The Darkest Hour
 
 
 
 

Foreword
This book’s for browsing. Dog-ear the page you might wish to read again, and browse on.
 
A scattering of poems herein are from my earlier book, A Few Poems for Alice (Author House, 2015) and are reprinted here with permission.
 
I dedicate this little volume to the memory of my late wife, Alice, who encouraged my writing.
 
The layout and cover for this book were designed by Finn Boulding.

Canyon Echoes
They lived here many years ago,
Men, women, children of another race.
For generations they wrought a living
From this dry, forbidding place.
 
They lived here, raised their families,
But wrote no words to mark their passing.
Houses now are silent, voices quelled,
Fields barren, temples unattended.
 
What brought them here, what unknown forces,
What war, plague, famine drove them here,
Then led them on to other unknown places,
Leaving whispering winds to tell their stories −
                The Game
                Each day I play the game,
                the Game of Life.
                One major rule there is:
                I play the hand I’m dealt
                however difficult that may be.
                Oh, now and then
                I may request another card
                and trade in one I’ve held since birth.
                But no matter how skillfully I play,
                in the end the house will win.
                Oak Leaves
                Oak leaves –
                Thousands from the same tree,
                Each one unique
                But each one guided
                By the same set of instructions
                Printed in their genes.
 
                Infinite variety in similarity –
                Just like people.
                The tiny                         golden leaf
                has left
                          its twig
                                    and
                                      is slowly
                  finding its way
              to the
                    ground −
                          it sashays
                                      this way