Once you asked but I couldn’t tell

Could I be strong enough to face a sitting sun that falls upon my life

For once I played in meadows lined with morning dew and chased the whirly birds that dropped from maple trees

I raced the horses over sage and sand, then leapt from stone to stone to cross the lazy brook

When once I shot and killed the game on frozen prairie meadows – that caused my way of life to change

So strong was I that nothing seemed to fault my deeds and now to meet the dusk of life –

I ask – Oh my endeavors, have they eased my mother’s soul

 Copyright 2013, Mitch Battese


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