The following is one of my favorite poems ever. Nonsense or not. It was written by my brother Michael in 1981 and is printed here with his permission. |
Clan Shaw By Fidelity and Fortitude |
Untitled by Michael Shaw The Bonny Lass sings silly sonnets that bring memories of days gone by when she would lay beneath the weeping willow waiting for her sturdy spouse to arrive home from the fields of fluttering wheat. Further down the Valley lives a garter snake that dances under new moons. From West to East, clouds shoot swiftly through the sky like Banshies in the night. Where do baby birds go when they die? (Daddy?) Down...Down...Down They soar no more! The Chambers of Heaven hold the secrets and truths of mankind hidden by the Visage of Reality. Why must we die? (Mama?) The Egyptians knew. So did the Aztecs. Surrendering to the Earth and Sky what was theirs from the beginning seems to be the proper thing to do. (Do we have a choice?) Water is Life; Fire is Death. |
