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The great journey begins
Once again as always before
Along an expanse of the curvature
Earth rotates on axis
Struggle at the apex
Migration thrives in dust
Kicking and beating of hooves
Such as feet
Which pound against the surface
Sacrifice along the way
To the many who shall fall
Survival depends on it
Great masses hesitate momentarily
Taking heed to gyrations of earthen woes
Like a great heaving of energy
Thrust motion forward
Centrifugal force pushes the herd
lmpatiently their cry pierces the air
Reaching down into the very depths of its soul
Toward the edge of expanse
Where dilemma awaits
Only the brazen shall move forward
Unaffected by what is concealed
It is on pure instinct
Rather than by intellect
Until the trampling has made way
Unto dust filled paths that have cleared
Breaking clouds shall reveal
Clear skies and a quell
For now the herd is satisfied
A beast is temporarily tamed
Until once again the journey begins
A migration where many shall fall
Survival depends on it
Nature makes its demand
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Those who pass by do not notice
The grandeur of my presence
Few may have wondered what life
Might be like as a tree
Unguarded words are spoken
Sitting beneath my branches
Smoke billows out of stacks
Choking all life in its path
Mothers taking great pride
Their children play in the park
Unaware in their innocence
There is more than water in puddles
Dogs lapping not knowing
Footprints mark human activity
Intellect is ever present
Evading emotion flees in terror
Feint heartbeats palpatate
Quiety the world goes by
Hoping to quell the noise
Time and distance are irreplaceable
Lives are quickly lived
Gone like steam from a pot
It is all too fitting to try
Stuffing all of life into
Small spaces in time
Like seedlings that grow
All life emanates from its source
Forgiveness is easier than one might think
The amenities of nature overpower
As light is to darkness
As life is to death
All in the process of what is to be
Acute awareness of the human condition
My branchess sway in the wind
Covering what is below from the full rays
Emerging as a person to feel for myself
For I have done more than just wondered
What life might be like as a tree
~Moses~
© 2009 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
Down in the swamps of Louisiana
Blackwater Hattie hides in the bog
Dabbling in magic with gators about
Concealed in the fog
Ice water runs through her veins
As I approach her she already knows
I bring her an offering of fresh tobacco
To mix with the herbs she grows
She gives me a look as she smokes her pipe
Out on the porch in her chair
She signals me to come forth
I look at her pure white hair
Quickly she looks me up and down
Her eyes look deeply into mine
Searching for the meaning of my visit
Looking for a tell tale sign
Nobody goes to Blackwater Hattie
Unless they have dire need
Some come to her for remedies
Others over personal greed
I jingle my coins and make my request
Explaining to her slowly and trying my best
I tell her of the love for my lady
I want a potion to bless our love
Blackwater Hattie lets out a laugh
It flushes out the flight of a dove
Of course she agrees and snatches my coins
Dissapearing into her shack
She quickly returns and hands me something
In what appears to be a small sack
Giving me instructions to wait til the moon
Is full in the sky at night
To open the sack and burn its contents
Giving me also words to recite
I thank her politely and begin to leave
But she asks me to stay for awhile
Wanting to know of the happenings in town
She cracks a gentle smile
Hattie reloads her pipe to the brim
With my offering of tobacco I had brought
Lighting it with a kitchen match
Then pausing as if in deep thought
She tells me a tale of a lovely maiden
Who once lived in the bog
She used to dance under the moonlight
Followed by her faithful dog
The town folk used to laugh at her
Many thought her to be insane
One day she dissapeared
Only tales of her would remain
Some say that the maiden was Hattie
She neither confirmed or denied
There was that twinkle in her eye as she talked
Something from down inside
She bid me goodbye until the next time
Slowly I began to depart
Never would I tell a soul in town
That Hattie had seen my true heart
~Moses~
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
