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The nurse said, "Mr. Owens, It's time you were in bed." The old man gave a gentle smile And gravely bowed his head. As she helped him from the wheelchair, She thought she heard him say, "Tonight I'll ride with Blackie, And watch Bear as he plays." It was sad to see the weak old thing Lose the little sense he'd kept. So, as she put his things away, The young girl quietly wept. Then she found the crumpled paper, Almost tossed it in the trash. Except for "Corporal Owens", That her eyes caught in a flash. As she read the yellowed pages The walls moved out and back. She saw a Mountie on a killer's trail Out on a Yukon track. It was the tale of Corporal Owens Upon the page she read, A hero of the Yukon Dressed in Mountie red. She began to wonder of the sights The dim old eyes could see.. The mountains and the meadows, Rivers wild and free. It saddened her that this fine man Raved like a madman there In his mind gone out to play With Blackie and some bear. "He's reverted to his childhood, Or made up a place to play." Then she saw the picture As she began to turn away. It was a tall young Mountie On a horse as dark as dark, And beside them sat a huskie, As if about to bark. On the back she saw the writing, "Rick, his dog and horse." Then in the dark of that quiet room, Things went from bad to worse. The breathing of the old man Rasped out in the night, And the nurse reached for the button, In momentary fright. She then pulled back her hand, As the man began to smile. She knew that he had saddled up, To ride a last long mile. Yes, tonight there'll be a rider In the freezing Yuko On a horse that he calls Blackie, Beside the huskie he named Bear. • Donovan Baldwin

Old weary warrior, Poet worn down by time, Shine gone from his words, Ink drying in the well, Trimming one last quill, As a dim memory Pushes to be recalled, Written down, Shared if only with himself, Poem left upon the desk To be found after he is gone, Leaving today's words. • Donovan Baldwin

Lovers in the rain, Wet clothes stuck to Wet bodies. Wet bodies stuck to Wet bodies. Lips stuck to lips, As the rain falls, Streams of liquid, Sticking us together, Breathing into one another, Chests rise and fall together, In the warm rain Washing over two Lovers in the rain. • Donovan Baldwin

gasping her response to his touches like whispers... breathed upon her skin • Donovan Baldwin

Fingers carefully and gently Open the petals of a precious flower, Dip within sweet flowing nectar, Hovering in fevered flight, Touching in amorous dance As swift and hasty steps quicken Emergence of the flowing honey, So sweet to sip directly from Dripping petals of the bloom. • Donovan Baldwin

You are my wind, I set my sails To catch your power, So we can soar Upon a common tempest, Where together we Ride the storm, Holding tight to one anther As our thunder crashes, Lighting flashes, Until the climactic crescendo, When we, wet with the torrent, Seek our earth again. • Donovan Baldwin

draws forth her passions his hands painting with broad strokes... fingertip details • Donovan Baldwin

summoned by your thoughts my eyes strip your words away... leaving you exposed • Donovan Baldwin

her hand upon mine she draws a map on her skin... leading to eden • Donovan Baldwin

fingers touch flowers find poems within petals... tasting of honey • Donovan Baldwin

Rising butterflies Caught within her outstretched hands. Wings beat rapidly As her fingers urge them on, Sending them soaring inward. • Donovan Baldwin

she reads his poems words of fast running water... of birdsong at dawn she dips in his stream liquid love fills her secrets... becomes part of her explosions of light throwing her song to the air... she's the poetry • Donovan Baldwin