Fencer, fighter, map maker, spinner of tops,
Kilt-clad cowboy making his guitar sing,
Fighter of old housecats, trader of cards,
Growing tall in the night
Scholarly shirker of boredom, time
Honored family disposition, seeking
Rather anime diversion, practical physics
In language of beigoma, torsion, vector.
Listening to grandpa’s oft repeated
Semi-stories of pressed pants and first
Driving, the boy gives me a sad smile
Revealing a sweet strength of manhood.
May he rise above suburban surroundings
May his soul sing out as it wants
His great heart tuned to the mountains
The light of God in his thought.
Author: Duncan MacNae
Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees.
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