A Fresh Journey
Poem By Elaine Sept
Son of the earth and sea and sand,
Dwell not on the trials of yesterday,
Bridges, and tunnels, and barns
Ghostly reflections of passageways and dwellings
And the dark weight of legacy and tradition,
Of yesterday, from the sun and sky.
Today the wind brings a new light upon firm clay.
Gently drift from long history,
Journey slow amid those worried trees,
Ascend the ragged cliffs
Then call upon that breeze that once chilled your front door,
Holding no troubled songs
To announce the gleaming promise yet unfolding.