Ode to Thee

                                                                                                                                                 02/14/2014

Ode to Thee

What goes up must always come down

However high, eagles must touch ground

We breathe before the ever-silent sound

Before we are tossed a few feet underground

Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring come and go

And flowers bloom only to wither in snow

Life sure goes Eenee-meenie-miney-moe

Then death snatches the tiger by its toe

Bright sunrays ebb to espouse night

Sun and moon feud to beam or cast crescent light

Lambs of the sky gather to summon waterfall

Gushes of wind hurl to curse clouds and rainfall

Poor men fervently beg the Unseen with hopeful Amen

Yet, white shrouds clothe forever-quiet men

Black hair, black beard now salt and pepper

Clear sky, blue Atlantic now clouds and murky water

Deep roller pigeons ascend and dive into abyss

Braveheart as thee, with pride stood and laid in bliss