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Audrey Decker Poem
A poem invades
enlightening darkened minds
to new sensations
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2011
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Audrey Decker Poem
She rose up, great green turtle of mystery
From chlliy depths of sapphire blue.
Drenched in a rich history,
Centuries of legend, lore and tales true.
Her shores are cloaked in limestone,
Ledges of jagged natural protection.
This grand Turtle Island alone,
Is Gitchii Manitou's perfection.
From her Eastern Shore,
Where the Arch rock stands tall,
To lover's leap and its lore,
Where Lo-Tah leaped at her lover's call.
Devil's Kitchen where wen-di-gos did
dwell,
When the winds come lashing in
Screams of their victims still echo well,
Washing over the Turtle's shores again.
North it's a great pillar of stone,
The very wigwam of Gitchii Manitou.
It stands tall, proud and lone
Watching over the Isle in the jewel sea.
Near the center is the crack in the island,
Where the Giants fingers grasp.
For when he loses grip with his hand,
The great turtle will sink once again, alas.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2014
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To see her lilacs in the spring,
And smell their elegant perfume.
To hear her bounty of birds sing,
Tell of summer coming soon.
To wander her dark paths at night,
With shimmering stars above to guide me.
To watch the fireflies dance with delight,
In a forest enchanted with history.
To witness her Emerald forest,
Become a many jeweled crown.
To see the winds blow from the west,
To send her gems scattered to the ground.
To see her in winter is joyous delight,
In her purest and most lovely state.
She wears a soft blanket of white,
Amidst the shimmering icy lake.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2014
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the elders are stoking themselves
singing loud,
burning sage.
shots of whiskey, guitars in hand.
four generations,
gathered here to celebrate
a spirit
who's flame has all but flickered out.
for his spirit will forever burn
in our hearts
eternal, undying
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I love when the first blooms of spring begin, crocus in the garden, peaking from the snow; may flowers and troutlily soon begin to show
The millions of trilliums gloriously painting the undergrowth of our woodlands in spring; fading to pink before our eyes as summer comes in rolling
The poppys peaking through the tall grass in the warm morning air; their nodding orange heads smiling, seemingly aware
The glistening of wild asparagus cloaked in morning dew; lit by dawn's waking eye noted by few but loved by you and I
Sweet peas cling to any hillside or natural trellis they can find; bringing bursts of pink, purple and white joy to behold in one's eye and mind
The brightest blue wild chicory and stands of Queen Anne's lace; swaths of daisies and brown eyes susans decorate the road to nearly any place
The swamp has loads of bright eyed marsh marigolds and irises of blue; fading into lakesides with tiger lilies and cardinal flowers of the brightest red hue
Meadows dotted with daisies, thistles and creamy buttercup; brilliant red, yellow and orange indian paintbrush flowers lift their faces up
Even the old fashioned orange daylilies, sunshine yarrow, and fragrant purple phlox; to mark long forgotten homesteads once settled by pioneers that came ok n flocks.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2017
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a fat bumblebee zooms by
off to find his flower
flying ever so high
he has a mystic power
such a wicked little thing
he is potent for his size
one tiny bumblebee sting
produces such cries
he is magnificent though
for a miniature beast
he'll put on a show
attacking when you expect it least
off to his nectar for now
but soon he'll buzz by
and you'll ask yourself how
can he sting just to die
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whimsical winter white
crystal flakes of wonder
fluffy snow, bright white,
leaves the world a blunder.
a blanket coats the world,
unmarred, pure,
sugary flakes, in a whirl
assure that winter is here
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She-Who-Walks-In-Mist,
Lovely maiden, daughter of a chief.
Her lips had never been kissed,
When she was left to lie in grief.
Many braves had adored her,
Many had asked for her hand.
But she already loved another,
A brave not of this land.
She could love only one,
He was Evening Star, high above.
Watching over her until he came down,
Proclaiming to her, his own love.
The chief, enraged at his daughters affair,
Lashed her hands and feet, determined
she be alone.
He took her to the Turtle Island in despair,
and laid her upon a massive ledge of
limestone.
So many tears she cried, day after day,
Until, at last, he descended for her once
again.
Her tears had melted the rock beneath her
away,
Just as Evening Star carried her to the
heavens.
She gazed upon the arch her pain had
made below,
The rock that her own tears had crumbled
apart.
Leaving a bridge for departed souls,
From tears that could not melt her father's
heart.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2014
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the moon is full,
the sky, crystal clear.
the stars all aglow,
his howl I do hear.
fresh tracks in the snow,
leave little doubt.
northern lights put on a show,
my white wolf is about.
my heart skips a beat,
when I see his nose raised high.
his howl echoes deep,
in the crisp february sky.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2011
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Remnants of autumn’s golden beauty cling to dull gray branches.
Battered by the howling Huron wind, one last dance whirls them down to a final resting place.
Whitecaps shatter the boulder-laden shore, leaving frothy trails upon the sand.
The blue waters of Huron change hue with each passing cloud that blows across the stormy sky.
Boulders blanketed in bright green moss strike out against the barren wasteland that we are left with.
Alas, a brisk chill sweeps into my heart, for I know November delivers an icy winter upon his shoulders.
Copyright © Audrey Decker | Year Posted 2011
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