Son of the Morning
thought Custer at the Bighorn,
ambition like his hair
a trap of fool’s gold.
Better to become silence
beside the roaring river
where pride turns to soil
and the old ways still hold.
Son of the Morning
thought Custer at the Bighorn,
ambition like his hair
a trap of fool’s gold.
Better to become silence
beside the roaring river
where pride turns to soil
and the old ways still hold.
TOTALLY INSPIRED! Simple and honest, packed with the power of those who still follow Creator’s rugged pathway Home… I honor your poet’s heart.
Good morning, Don. This poem is truly profound, and just as relevant today as it was in Custer’s time. Thank you.
~ Yes ~ The “Old Ways” Be Eternal ~
Glorious poem Don. So many applications can be made now. In America, and many places round the globe today, we have other manifestions of “Yellow Hair” who sound their fools’ gold trumpet blast, the sound vibration of their own undoing, ground again to dust and sand and soil as the Great Wheel turns — made compost — and become now desert rose and sage and ponderosa pine — the old, original and the easy way inexorably at work in this Time of a New Sun rising. What a fine poem! Thank you.
From all the honored symbolism here, I choose “silence beside the roaring river” as it makes space for the old ways to come to focus.
“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.” Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Thank you Don for the eternal expression of love.
Yes…much better to become silence……..
I flow in resonance with your wise verse here, Don. For indeed, it is a blessing “to become (One with the) Silence beside the roaring river” (of the Spirit of Life), “where … the old ways still hold” — sustaining such a rich abundance for “Me” (each and everyone), amidst this eternal Present Moment. Thank you, Don.