This poem is a reflection of the
utmost respect i have for my eldars and my father and Mother
Boy looking back i must of really drove them crazy with my apparent lack of
attention. But DAD and MOM i did listen and your counsel
was greatly appreciated
This poem is a reflection of the
utmost respect i have for my eldars and my father and Mother
Boy looking back i must of really drove them crazy with my apparent lack of
attention. But DAD and MOM i did listen and your counsel
was greatly appreciated
The Bow
When i was a child I was told to bow before the the ones so old for they have the wisdon of years untold and can lighten the hearts of the young and bold. for within the bow, a sign of respect allowing the young a chance to connect to come in touch for a moment with their roots and to learn by example the cruelity of lifes pursuits a sign so simple it seems invokes the kind of power, that is felt in a dream now that i am older and wiser somehow I can appreciate the respect that comes with a bow.
John P. Zawitoski
10/23/96
copyright 1996 By Nightwing Productions
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