Bestow

It is bestowed

Upon the ones

Who inhabit this land

With torn shoes

And weathered hands

That we make this earth

Our home

In that

We have to know

That the earth

Is an art

That is more important than

The words I write

I learn to be a steward

Of the world I know

Again to The End

Again it was a challenge

But when is it not

A full born

Challenge to run

To walk

To try again and again

So hope is the only way

One increment at a time

There was a time

When it all fell back on my shoulders

When I was young

But in age and in time

I will try again

A Blank Ship

A blank ship

Hits the White Sea

From the moment

It launched

It was plain to see

That nothing was right

About the moment

Of go

Who knows

Where the ship rolls

Into the high seas

On a day set

From the start

Of eternity