Off Of My Feet! Poem by Eric Cockrell

shaking the dust
off of my feet...
marching onwards to Jericho,
a trumpet by my side.
living on manna,
and the almost forgotten dream
of the promised land.

knowing what a man does
is washed away by the rain,
and what a man believes
is lost in the night.
but what a man gives
stands like a mountain,
season after season,
till all becomes still!

shaking the dust
off of my feet....
tipping my hat,
following the crow!