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virtuous and quite uncomplicated

once was he

like those Pennsylvania wavers in the straw

his fortress, an imperative escape

up the back of his strict upbringing

it liked to crawl

idle chatter flowed cheap

his mother

a puritan's idea of grace in her day

pretension dispelled sleep

outsiders could only kick at the clay

beliefs settled deep

mortified otherwise

would Daddy be

if the constraints of death

could let him rise for a moment to see

what his prize first born had all too

defiantly become

America's latest hero and  welcomed home

son

back from the front and a mile above

just about everyone

everyone who nary mattered to his quaint

kinsmen so far now

slipping only deeper into the past

as the boy came about to grow steadily up

and up

insight and the gift of natural intelligence

grew their wings together fast

and home somewhere along the way broadened

her horizons yet only in this same son's

tired mind

while searching for a hopeful future

he slipped on the peels of a life he

once lived so very far away

and his transplanted heart never seemed to

get over its initial life's find

life lived in a much different day

oh, how streamers of one's deepest happiness

and sorrow somehow never get fully blown

away

but rather with one's truest self they just

manage to stay and stay................

(July 17, 1995)