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 

About Author

about author

Richard Hyde

Redeemed Poet. Hopeful Romantic. I'm prone to have an existential crisis way too often. I live on the Central Coast of California where the beauty of God's creation inspires me to dream and believe. I will forever owe a love debt to my beautiful savior Jesus.