Saturday, March 5, 2011


Standing on the blinding blankness
I see your shape long before you are close
Black silhouette against the blinding white
Your icy rock fingers pointing without fail
A way out of this isolation
To home heart and warmth
Since the time of my grandfather
And the time of his grandfather
If ever you should fail
Tumble down exhausted in the snow
We will build you back up
Just as my grandfather built you up
And his grandfather built you
My hands moving where theirs once did
So you may keep pointing us in the right direction
To home heart and warmth
Out of this isolation

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