Return to me the Old Way's

Dust of our grandfathers
Swirl in windy staircases,

Revealing lessons of past lives,
Calling us to walk and commune with
The old way's.

To make them new once again;
That life's river never ends,

Never becomes dry and barren,
Never loses its ability to quench man's thirst
Of insight and enlightenment.

Listen to the wind; Aye,
The past, present, and future,
Beckon, we come.

To light the sage of knowledge and insight,
Grandfathers come,
Teach us well,

I am ready to listen,
Ready to drink.




Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 18:43

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