Kurt(Sam) Hearth Poems

Above the voices
of axe and saw.
Echoing loud and clear
through forest and glade.
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What is to become
of all good and fair men?
Will they be discarded
along the wayside?
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Looking out across
green valleys kissed.
By the God's
ambrosia mist.
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When their days at sea are done
they challenge the waves no more.
When the horizon no longer beckons
the deep finally loses its lure.
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When I was young
the shadow he cast was long.
When I was afraid.
In his shadow I could be brave.
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Within my arena
we face one another.
He but a mere mortal
no match for my might.
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He said 'Walk with Me.' we walked.
Looking back to where we had been.
Desolation now a garden.
Storm n' tempest calmed.
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From its station
with great span
of wings outspread.
I watched the eagle.
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After the searing flames have gone.
When the choking black smoke has blown away.
I walked where green forests once stood.
Only ash and charred ruin remain.
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When I walk.
Which path do I follow?
Who will tell me?
The high road or low.
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