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Why Night Was Made

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I’m sure night was made
when man invented war
so that darkness would
put her arms around him,
slowing him down
so that he could think things over.
And then at dawn
start new again.

I’m sure night was made
when war came to this family,
breath knocked out of the man,
the woman and child 
languishing in the street.
Darkness would give them
a few moments of relief.

I’m sure darkness was made
when man invented war.

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Melodies of the Sun

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Peace Figure

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Cosmic Mirror

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Hope

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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A Place Where we Live

Potawatomi State Park

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Figures

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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The Place Where We Live, Rock Island

Photographs of Rock Island by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Fawn

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

Your spotted back fits well
in the dappled light of the wood 

as you wait utterly still
for the night and her returning.

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Come

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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