August 18th, 2016

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Spirits High

A picture on Tumblr reminded me of my childhood, complete with jumping off of dangerously tall walls. The poem “Spirits High” was the outcome of the inspiration.


Spirits High

I remember the day I jumped
from the wall onto the ground
twice as tall as I was high.

It was so many years ago
in the past of when I was young
more counted than my friends are old.

Released to the world at day’s start
directions varied I may run
across the blocks around the vale.

Adventure waited when we played
big wheels and bikes were our means
of finding our way to other worlds.

Those were the days I roamed large
with my friends running wild
across the roads from the yard.

Dusk found us by the lane
sided by the stone palisade
of stone stacked with mortar bound.

Onto this edifice we climbed high
transportation put aside
intent to leap onto the loam.

So many feet above the ground
a life not yet begun to thrive
staring death straight in the eye.

I live to say this day
the jump was made, I survived
no bones were broken, spirits high.

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