The Son
Men leading their son
to the everlasting hills…
Christening in their hearts
an indelible mark
Of how to be a man!
Rocking oldfangled cigars
racing against time.
In a minute, it will be to late,
for the sun rises swiftly
in young man’s eyes.
In an instant, over time,
along all the miles hiked
models built and tales told…
of a bygone time,
when men were men
and sanity was sane
it happen.
Hands on courage!
For it is a virtuous life,
lived in front of a son’s eyes,
that makes the man!
Caleb
GTG
Intrepid Muses 