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    Hapuna
    Hapuna
    Hapuna
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    Hapuna

    By Patrick J. Leach

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    Enjoy this delightful book of poetry and art by author/artist Patrick J. Leach. Hapuna is a place in Hawaii and a state of mind.

    Everything Imaginable
    To This Small Mind

    I am a big green apple,
    a wide eyed owl, a ten foot wave
    lifting a big blue sea.

    I am a monk pondering God,
    praying for peace.

    A red eyed alcoholic begging
    for money to buy a big bottle of the cheapest
    whiskey I can find.

    I am a mother, a father,
    a son and daughter.

    A man condemned to die
    in one week, pacing my cell dreading day’s first light.

    I am the eye of the hurricane
    calm as I blow out their lights,

    A child’s doll, an over-due bill
    that will not go away.

    I am everything imaginable by
    this small mind awaiting the cool,
    calm earth where I will find eternal sleep.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPatrick J. Leach
    Release dateJul 13, 2018
    ISBN9780463095249
    Hapuna
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    Patrick J. Leach

    Patrick J. Leach lives in Portland, Oregon. An artist and a writer, Leach has written professionally for companies and universities. He is co-author with Frances Price Cook of a biography, The life and Art of C.S. Price.In 1995 he abandoned the corporate life, focusing on painting and poetry while earning money caring for neighborhood yards and homes.Leach has published over 16 books of poetry and art, available in print and eBook formats. Watch for more of his books combining his unique blend of poetry and art.Leach studied creative writing (poetry) at Cornell University (B.S. General Studies, 1972), and holds two Masters degrees from Washington State University (Sociology, Education). "I've always considered myself a writer. I've taken many paths, tried a variety of occupations, always returning to writing and art."

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      Book preview

      Hapuna - Patrick J. Leach

      Everything Imaginable To This Small Mind

      I am a big green apple,

      a wide eyed owl, a ten foot wave

      lifting a big blue sea.

      I am a monk pondering God,

      praying for peace.

      A red eyed drunk begging

      for money to buy a big bottle of the cheapest

      whiskey I can find.

      I am a mother, a father,

      a son and daughter.

      A man condemned to die

      in one week, pacing my cell dreading day’s first light.

      I am the eye of the hurricane

      calm as I blow out their lights,

      A child’s doll, an over-due bill

      that will not go away.

      I am everything imaginable by

      this small mind awaiting the cool,

      calm earth where I will find eternal sleep.

      Spilled Milk

      I remember that night staring into

      the thick blanket of stars overhead

      when my mother explained:

      "You see, there, yes there where you

      are looking, that is the Milky Way.

      It looks like milk got spilled where

      the stars are so thick and white,

      and I cannot begin to tell you why."

      I remember that so vividly. My mother

      young and vibrant, still alive and healthy.

      The stars so white and clear. And God

      so close to me with Jesus at his side.

      Now the stars are mostly obscured

      by city lights. I don’t spend so much time

      outside at night. But some nights I feel

      my mother and God smiling as I look up

      into the star lit sky, envisioning

      spilled milk they are so thick and white,

      and I cannot tell you

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