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    Ode of a Foreign Stray
    Ode of a Foreign Stray
    Ode of a Foreign Stray
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    Ode of a Foreign Stray

    By Ronald Ross Barnes

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    The seed which ultimately gave birth to Ode of a Foreign Stray began to develop when, in my mid-forties, poetry started flowing through my mind -- night and day. From time to time I didn't know where a poem was taking me. I enjoyed those occasions most, because they generally led to a brief excursion into self-discovery. It is my hope that readers of Ode of a Foreign Stray will have as much enjoyment reading it, as I had writing it.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateNov 29, 2010
    ISBN9781456820015
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      Ode of a Foreign Stray - Ronald Ross Barnes

      Ode of a Foreign Stray

      Ronald Ross Barnes

      Copyright © 2010 by Ronald Ross Barnes.

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      Contents

      The Ever-glistening Rain

      No Sanctuary

      Fool’s Gold

      I Write Upon the Wind

      Meditation

      What is Woman?

      Reluctant Return

      To Lillian Nichols Barnes on Mother’s Day

      Owen Jay Barnes on Father’s Day

      My Destiny

      The Day I Died

      Spring

      Encroachment

      Follow Me

      Where is the Rift?

      Essence

      In It We Live

      The Myopic View

      On the Point

      Timber

      Ode to Joanne

      The Knife

      Writing

      In That Still Moment of Revelation

      Lament of a Greif-Stricken Lover

      How

      What is Soul?

      Turn Round

      We Will Never Let Our Children Go

      When Soul Grows Sloth

      I Tread Time

      Here’s to the Losers

      1984 Los Angeles Olympics

      Mourn Me Now

      You Are Only a Servant

      Your Beauty’s Measure

      To the Tree of State—

      A Word of Caution

      Over There

      To My Indignant Spiritual Guide

      Where Do You Lead Me?

      Song of the Pig

      60-MM Machine Gun

      Under the Lash

      Legacy

      Dichotomy

      Strange

      A Matter of Degree

      How Like a Grape

      A Vantage Point …

      of Sorts

      All Paths

      And How Was Your Day?

      An Erosion of Land—

      Where No Soul Dwells

      And Man Learned to Divide

      And No Shadow

      Will Fall

      Boomerang

      In Quest of the Illusive Point of Balance

      Congregation

      Promotion

      Gleaming Birds

      While Yet I Draw Breath

      Yet I Wonder

      Immortals

      Woman Beware

      This Tie is My Link with Sanity

      On the Day You Arrive

      The Ever-glistening Rain

      Science tries to isolate Him

      In a vial of glass;

      Theologians strain Him through

      Stained panes; But I feel His presence

      Most in knee-high grass, in every flower,

      Every tree, I see Him glisten on the rain.

      I

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