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    Poems by the Light of the Moon
    Poems by the Light of the Moon
    Poems by the Light of the Moon
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    Poems by the Light of the Moon

    By Douglas Hillman Strong

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    Poems by the Light of the Moon is the author's fourth collection. This volume is a reflection on growing older, coming to peace with the cycles of life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateMay 7, 2010
    ISBN9781477179864
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      Poems by the Light of the Moon - Douglas Hillman Strong

      Contents

      Foreword

      Drifting

      Returning

      Where Did the Days Go?

      Later Years

      Whiskers

      Night Lights

      Remembered

      Instant Definitions

      Quatrains of Winter

      Seagull

      Shadows and Echoes

      Highway One

      Baseball Season

      Change of Season

      My Mother

      My Father

      Blood Lines

      Cinco

      Clea

      Quatrains of the Pines

      Ocean Waves

      Parkinson’s

      Night Song

      Omen

      Waiting

      Kitty Scratcher

      Quatrains Late in the Day

      Footsteps

      Pain

      Thoughts of David

      Thoughts of an Elder

      Downsizing

      Lady with Coiffed Hair

      Retirement Home

      Thoughts of Al

      Man with a Bicycle

      Stranger on Thanksgivings

      Quatrains of Music

      Hiroshima

      Normandy 1955

      Quatrains of Fire

      Bread and Soup

      Moonlight on the Sea

      Columbia Glacier

      Tears

      Being Organized

      Appearances

      Talkers and Listeners

      Child’s Play?

      Walking by the Lagoon

      Free Will

      Visions

      Moving After Seventy

      Reading to Lelia

      Dwight

      Measuring Time

      Old Fashioned

      Antique Store

      Quatrains of Dawn and Dusk

      First Love

      Courting

      Young Love

      Puppy Love

      Choosing a Mate

      Patsy

      Black Pot

      Butterflies

      What Is Marriage?

      Out of Darkness

      Cambria’s Gift

      Writing of the Wild

      Quatrains of Sunlight

      Sleep

      Family Cabin

      Indian Summer

      Measuring a Cabin

      Wicker

      Tool Shed

      Catching a Mouse

      Deer Creek

      Time of Adjustment

      Generations

      Heritage

      My Great Uncle Joe

      Retrospect

      Being Seventy-Four

      Light and Shadow

      Ripples and Shooting Stars

      Starting Late

      Global Warming

      Aging

      Adaptation

      Living in a Troubled World

      Waiting Game

      Nature’s Images

      Thoughts on Marriage

      A Wish for My Grandchildren

      Sailing

      Kite Ride

      Lingering

      Memories

      Karlan

      Foreword

      Doug wasn’t a poet when I met him in 1970. We married twelve years later and I still hadn’t met the poet nor had he. I audited Doug’s environmental history class and liked the way he encouraged discussions. He said there was no such thing as a dumb question. That let everyone relax. His class felt like a safe place to examine ideas, even one poorly stated. I knew how diligently he prepared

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