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Innate Tenacity
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Beautiful silver kings from ocean depths,
Trying to fulfill your dreams,
Battling white water currents
Over obstacles in the streams.
What trials upstream await you,
Hearkening Nature’s call?
You splash and crash over gravel and rock,
Straining to reach the falls.
Man’s net catches and thwarts you;
Bears struggle to make of you a meal.
Still upstream you strive, caught in the throes
Of Nature’s relentless peal.
Urgency of regeneration makes you
Oblivious to outside sensation.
Instinct to spawn, twilight or dawn
Propels you forward to your destination.
Ironic Circle
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
The first men on our shores had freedom,
But little time to truly experience it
As they struggled to make their place and tame this big land.
Building, hunting, foraging, and planting consumed much of their energy,
But they had freedom.
Later, men struggled in chains,
Dying to secure richer lives for their owners.
Throughout their lives of trials and tribulations,
They held to their dreams tenaciously —
Their dreams of freedom.
Later still, men fought and died by the thousands in great wars
To stop tyrants and secure freedom more concretely.
They fought, bled and died to uphold
Our country’s cherished principles,
But these men died, knowing freedom.
Even later, men who knew freedom’s sweetness and blessings
Let it erode because of greed, indifference,
Lust for material wealth and apathy.
Blinded by these pursuits,
They became disillusioned and let it slip away.
Ironic? Yes! Men who realized freedom,
But no time to fully appreciate it.
Men who didn’t have it and could only dream of its possession.
Men who knew it and died fighting to hold it.
Men without vision who let it slip away like a thief in the night.
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