United We Stand

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Stage For You - Poems

Sunday, 18 December 2011 23:15

Written by Don Standeford

Four horsemen gather reigns in the wind
Grip the leather, death is at hand
Our atmosphere senses the coming cloud
And like a stand of firs/pines, we sway
Branch in branch, arm in arm in the wind.
I am drunk with the ground waters
I see the effects of the wind on the grass
And am scared of the drifting fog.
But I cling to the unity provided by us
Who stand arm in arm, a human forest
And our limbs muscle up under human kind
And in our midst souls wander free
We allow them to search, till their death
If need be. Though the weakness of these
Wanderers', still searching, makes us sway
And they refuse to agree, wish to weigh
Thoughts, search for Nirvana, return
Like the wayward wanderer, the prodigal son,
There is strength in our human forest
Tallest to shortest, this outpouring of love
Our limbs muscle up each other firm
For the coming of that great dark storm
When the horsemen put whip to the horse
And the bit no longer restrains, who knows
What lost souls might wander in, who knows
How our father might use us to bring them in
The human interaction, this connecting string,
This stream of goodwill between living things
The spring that gives life to all beings
So when the four horsemen ready the whip
We'll reel in the last souls, foot to hip.