Steve Hagget Biography

In foreign land of towering pines
And hammocks, mangrove-torn
A dark-filled night reluctantly
Bequeaths a pale dawn
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Last night I dreamt of rolling waves,
Of summer sun and turquoise seas,
Of tapered fields and bracing winds,
Of gentle hills and autumn trees.
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As time begins to take its toll
Upon the wearied day
So starts the silent spectacle
Of glittering, lighted play.
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In cloudless sky and shadeless plain,
In dusty waste and yellow sea –
Where burning heat untempered reigns;
Where wilderness itself runs free.
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On starry nights the mind is like
To step on board a vision;
To climb the enigmatic steps –
The liquid path to heaven;
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