Inherit The Wind

Proverbs 11:29 , "He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind".

Payton and I

Deeps the need as long's the road

we tread on the silent ground

To seek the path along home

where our hearts and love abound

 

Time is the fire in which we burn

around the hearths where we sit

It feeds the body and the soul

with the hearts our minds have lit

 

From the edge of the unknown

we proudly tell all our tale

Wonders we have seen ourselves

as the old folks laugh and wail

 

Poor's the man who rails his own

for to him no fruit shall bloom

Wind and fury know his name

as echo to the silent room

 

Barren is life that lacks a child

for it knows no magic hour

Like tarnish to a silver cup

its life never seems to flower

 

Rich is the man who mends his ways

his path be strewn with gold

The child that blooms within his light

grows to love him when he's old

 

 

Author's Note

Only through children can we advance mankind. It is our duty. It is our greatest joy. To pass what we have learned to the next souls in our line. If we are kind about it they will remember us fondly. Pushing mankind on to the inevitable destiny. I can't say I know what that is, but the remembering of one another is enough for me.
I had a great great grandmother born in the back of buckboard wagon in Missouri. The date was 1878. She lived a long life. In that time she saw the end of child labor. The invention of electricity. With it came electric motors of the industrial revolution. The car ,light , movies.At the age of 90 she even witnessed a man step on the moon. In the last century we advanced further than in all other centuries put together.It was a time of wondrous adventure. It saw the end of the boundless west. And on to the new frontier. I treasured the stories she shared with me in the years I knew her. A bottomless well of knowledge, learned from a long, long life.This is why I think it is necessary to pass along all she taught me, along by all I have learned to the future from the past. Immortality in our descendants as they walk life's long road into the future.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Such a wondrous message of hope found in children.. this next generation.. their lives and the profound vision they can hold for the world. This is both emotionally gripping and stirring to the soul.

[WeekendWriter]

Beautiful and insightful, as always. Your poems don't read like poems... coming from a novelist, that's a compliment!!

You have a gift, Tate. Take it as far as it'll go.

Kathy

[Havatara]

It's a fantastic poem, as all of yours are, but I would really like to see you try a different style of writing every once in a while, you know? Keep writing!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

truly a meaningful and heartfelt poetic~ my granadmare turned a 100 this past May~ still resides in the same village in Rumany~ still whip sharp and as opinionated as ever~ =)~

[Radioactive]

Powerful and full of wisdom but beautiful and delicate at the same time. Nice job, as always.

[Adelia Alighieri]

This poem speaks so much on it's own - it's full of strength and wisdom. Your poetic enchantment is profound. Especially in the last three stanzas, I think your poem elevated to an indisputable height. Simply amazing.

[Art]

Very nice work Tate...always a bit of wisdom from within your poetic thoughts...nicely written piece...

[dovetailer]

A lot of truth in this wonderful musing...
I particularly loved the last two stanzas...

"Barren is life that lacks a child
for it knows no such magic hour
Like tarnish to a silver cup..."

its life never seems to flower

Children bring a joy and a grace to our life...
cause fruit to bloom in us...compassion...love...self-sacrifice...
all traits that bear a fruit of their own...

"Rich is the man who mends his ways
his path will be strewn with gold
The child that blooms within his light
grows to love him when he's old..."

Children make us want to be better men...
make us want to lead by example...
Children want to emulate those they love...

Wonderful effort here...

[Norma M Sutton]

This is nice. I had a great aunt that lived to be 103. The stories she passed one are wonderful. That being said, I don't think I care to live to be that age. Too many changes and the loss of too many loved ones.

[DannyLynne Riley]

I really enjoy your writing I gleen something from each peice I read even your author note is beautiful and so well written. It brings up many recollections from my own childhood. My gram momz was a published author and my great granny on my fathers side was also versed...a full blood cherokee Indian from Arkansas she was the story teller for her clan an honor passed down to her from a long line...anyway sorry to ramble as I said before you are a very very gifted writer and I am greatful for the opportunity to learn from you...DannyLynne