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Posted by Atticus on December 25, 2005, at 19:55:45
I dreamt I stood before children,
Eyes afire like burning coals,
And I promised to stoke their gazes,
I would save their ice-bound souls,
I would provide asphalt roads
Fresh-paved and free of tolls,
I’d free them to kick hard
Like a herd of newborn foals.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.I opened wide the corral’s gate,
Dust settled in their wake,
Amazed, ablaze, they swept on,
And I prayed for their sake,
They rumbled through a world askew,
No idea what it would take
To right beliefs so very wrong,
And I felt like a fake.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.I had no answers for them,
Merely stirred them to stampede,
With wizard’s words, a crop
Was planted from the seed
Of flaming words they’d never heard,
Tinderbox to a need
To lay their blazing trail,
An adolescent’s creed.The clatter of their hooves
Would give men in power pause,
Didn’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas was their cause.Most were roped and branded
Before they’d gone three miles,
Their necks stretched in lassos,
Each shed tears as a child
Robbed of rare innocence,
Of one romp in the wild,
But a few still race on,
No saddle, no bridle.The clatter of their hooves
Will give men in power pause,
Don’t need no agenda,
Trampling agendas is their cause.
Posted by sal0805 on December 27, 2005, at 15:43:05
In reply to I Dreamt I Stood Before Children, posted by Atticus on December 25, 2005, at 19:55:45
I am a mother.
What happened?
What?
Just what?
Sabrina
(Is what I am asking ok?)
Posted by Atticus on December 27, 2005, at 15:59:09
In reply to Re: I Dreamt I Stood Before Children » Atticus, posted by sal0805 on December 27, 2005, at 15:43:05
It's just a bit of year-end reflection on what faces the unblemished idealism and unharnesses enthusiasm of children as they rush out into the grim world of the first five years of the 21st century. I think most will -- sadly -- be worn down and end up in a fabric-covered cubicle somewhere. They'll be roped, their wild aspirations tamed. Some will keep going and accomplish great and revolutionary things. But I feel right now that I fall into the first lot -- penned in. I'm very seriously considering quitting my pr job at the university and entering a teaching training program. I acutely feel the need to make a difference in the world, rather than just parcel out half-truths and make money. I'm 35, I've been doing it since I was 21, and there's no thrill in the morning sunlight anymore. So I suppose this poem is in part a vision of what I'd like to accomplish in the coming year. Whether anything will actually come of these thoughts, I honestly can't say, luv. But still ... But still ... Atticus
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