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Sonny Gratzer Author of:
General Issue Blues
Friends & Foe
ACAV (A Green Pantheon)
Mountain Meadow Amore
General Issue Blues
Viet Nam To Here: A Warrior's Tour
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"This book is Sonny's garden of essences, word crystals, refined from a tumultuous lifetime of seeding, cultivating, composting, tearing into it, getting torn up, rising and falling as the seasons require. They describe a soldier's soulful journey among friends and foes along the many avenues connecting life and death. I hope it's a long time from now, but when Sonny gets his final call to Supreme Angelic Command Headquarters, my epitaph for him will be
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He made passionate love with life and fought well her enemies."
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Printer Bowler
Big Fork, Montana
Autumn Equinox 1997
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PLEASE ENTER SITE AT THE BOTTOM OF PAGE
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Mountain Meadow Amore
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Yes, I’m back with another book. Its another book of poetry but this time I let my warrior status lapse and fell into the more merciful and loving mode of writing poems about LOVE. It's called Mountain Meadow Amore. I could have called it Love in Montana Mountains or something similar, but its all the same, isn’t it?
I won't sell too many copies personally as the book is available on the Internet through iUniverse.com, an organization partly owned by Barnes & Noble.com. You can order through
B & N, too, and it won't be long before other Internet sales companies will make it available. Amazon.com, for example, continues to offer General Issue Blues. So, MMA is easy to buy. In fact, you can browse the entire book on iUniverse.com.
The price is $9.95 plus whatever shipping iUniverse.com tacks on. Through me, for a limited amount of sales, I must add $3.95 for up to four books as a result of recent U.S. Postal Service increases, or a total of $13.95 for each of 1 – 4 books.
Please order for your lovers, yourself, family and friends at gift-giving time for some interesting reading. Hey, order any time. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. You might find something of yourself in the book, or perhaps you will recognize a favorite and memorable trysting place. I hope you enjoy Mountain Meadow Amore.
Sonny Gratzer ...
February, 2001. ...
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Sonny took this glorious picture on the cover from his deck overlooking Flathead Lake
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Excerpts from the book:
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My Blue Heaven
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Heaven's dust sprinkles from your flashing eyes.
Your lips shine comets blood red in my sphere.
Your radiant skin shines beams through my nerves.
Shimmering butterfly wings mount steel horses
Causing thickened vines to sweat steam in heated pores
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Encores delay suspended on eternal signals.
New matches ignite pairings unfulfilled,
Yearning, yearning for winter's end,
For midsummer's single night together
Between sheets of unabated wet weather.
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Long for me, my budding delight.
Long for us, for our-soon-to-be night.
Long for those lost days we gave away.
Long for returns in new memories made.
Together once, for hours few, for creating lifelong dreams anew.
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Special wines are foreign for me, as are places you hurry to see.
My special time is familiar in place and count.
I demand nothing new, no cries in the night,
No pleading to be there when we can’t make it right.
Only the wish for you to be with me in my blue heaven.
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June's end meets July's start, of intent unseen, kept apart.
Leave the bad and come to the art of mountain meadowland.
Slowly wind your fingers around what last you only guessed about,
Pretending we knew nothing of what it was we wanted.
Back to me, for once, no traces there, or here, of our deep hearts.
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Dew Drops
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I feel your name passing in thunder.
I quiet the emerald seas in a vigorous land.
Your lasting smell lingers longer than dew in the valley
In spring; in mountain meadows covered by wild honeysuckle
I stretch my yearning arms to wrap Grizzly-scratched yellow pine
I know you hid behind when I searched for you on the hill.
I run to catch your name in the wind.
I know its there, waiting to be said,
Glistening wet falling from the heavens,
Dripping from bushes in hidden places
Where old ladies secret their favorite huckleberry haunts.
Speckled mushrooms blacken in the moss
Where bears roll in cushioned comfort.
I wait for your moist eyes to look at me with love,
With lost-and-found yearning and hope its tone is alto deep
When you sing, matching great low rumbling thunder.
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All Rights Reserved © 2000, 2001 by Sonny Gratzer
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