At dawn my name was called

by nothing made from human hand

It was whispered by the wind and the rising sun

and a multitude of flashing images

a slide show of past and future

A crow with a cracker

a sparrow with a crust of bread

visits sent from where

To by bed

an open country road

 an old barn and farm house

I left along the way

to this day

their timbers turned to rotten

by a life once loved

 and then forgotten

working again in the city of ancient

pilgrims once roamed and

 and Revolutions hastened

the city now polluted with smoke

sick building standing empty and ugly

and the poor sit on sidewalks

 alone and overdrawn

At dawn my name was called

and in the early light of dawn

I sat


and overdrawn

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Dan Sanders (34 Posts)

I made it through college, started at Pace in New York, family seemed to think I needed a business degree. I didn't last long, two double periods of accounting a week and I was off to N.Y. U. To make a long story short ( too late for that) I graduated from UCLA and actually, my biggest kick out of that is just saying, especially here on the east coast UCLA, but I could care less, been in Boston since 1975, though I was coming for a year or so. A very good friend at the time, she said to me "Dan you'll never leave Boston" so dear Florida “Sun Spot Baby" you're down there, been in and out of radio, TV, acting and that's me in a nut shell.


  1. Dan, this makes me so sad. The holidays without our loved ones can be very lonely. I hope you’ll be celebrating with family. I wish you the best, and the happiest and the most prosperous days ahead.

  2. Dan Sanders (Author)


    Thank you for the good wishes. I’m not sure holidays will ever be holidays the way they once were again.

  3. Anya

    Ohhhh, Dan…I’m quite enjoying your poetry…

  4. Dan Sanders (Author)

    People and especially poet, witters, thrive on encouragement. Thank you for yours. Reading you comments this early morning helped to breath more hope into my day.

  5. Holidays may not ever be the same, but maybe they can still be good? That is my hope anyway. :) This is most lovely albeit sad. :)

  6. Dan Sanders (Author)


    I think they can still be good. But the real spirit to holidays lived in my wife. I never was a big wide eyed kid about holidays, but she was and it was contagious for me. But now, I need a more reflective, quiet holiday. And I have the poets perfect companion Chloe Cat, who remembers Jennifer with me..

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