In the search for Crazy Horse,
I found myself
He freed my voice,
as he opened up my heart
Sharpening my words
like the tip of his lance
Leading me through the forest
back into the light
Across the wide prairie
where the winds blow free
The sun not only rising
—but pointing the way
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Deliverance
Contentment has set in
all restlessness gone
The hour growing short
—the day forever long
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Distance Revealed
The older I get
the closer it seems
The past from the future
what’s real, to my dreams
The older I get
the deeper it feels
Distraction aborted
—all distance revealed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
May It Be Said
The kingdom of knowledge
to its crown we are wed
Its light our betrothal
its heavens our bed
The words ever regal
trousseau not to beg
Thus will it be written
—thus will it be said
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
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Kurt,
This poem resonates within me...
especially after reading
your great novel...
āRevenge Along The War Trailā!
~Laura~
Thanks Laura, along with 'Darkening Sun,' 'Revenge Along The War Trail' is one of my personal favorites.
I wrote 'Searching For Crazy Horse' to chronicle my 40 years of Motorcycle Touring the Rocky Mountain West.
Kurt
Kurt,
Yes, I can understand you saying that! After all, you did the research for the novels!
I have to say, though, that Iāve enjoyed them all so far!
Looking forward to read the rest of the series once youāve finished writing them! Godās speed!
Tonight Iāll finish āDeath From The Skyā and Iāll begin āAn Anthology of Perceptionā Volume 1. Iām looking forward to it!
~Laura~
Thanks again for all the reading!
Kurt
Totally my pleasure!
Kurt,
Thus it will be done!
~Laura~
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