Native Son
October 16, 2021 | Poetry | No Comments
Smile, wild child
The ride is gonna get wild
You’re Fire’s Prey
Child pray
Run and play
And play and run
You’re of the age to join the fun
I admire your desire to dance in the fire
As the music turns primal desire burns
Your bare feet trample barren earth as you circle the fire with flames flickering in your eyes
Young warrior arise!
Your heart beats to the warrior’s drum. Only native poets know the song that’s being sung.
Find your sound and find your song. Your heart is about to begin a journey arduous and long.
Run, my son, run. Over every desert path and under scorching sun.
Yours is a path that only you can run
Follow the spirit of the fire
Never forget where you were born but always climb higher
Over cracked earth and trembling mountain
Through hidden valleys and secret fountains
Find the hidden ways and the ancient paths
The adventure is yours but you are not alone
My spirit will guide you to the ends of the earth
If you do not fear the second birth you will not fear the second death
When all seems lost remember your Father’s Fire and breathe the Spirit’s breath