Ancestors and Descendants See a Different Light

Past, Present and Future Colide with Views

Our ancestors gone
By dusk and autumn

Blink no longer
To our forefathers' songs.

We see the sheet music
And try to remember

The sweet memories
That our ancestors told.

We look into books
Of differring ages:

Some tell tales with defining actions.
Some describe a variant pose.

When we decipher
Our forefathers' notions,

We uncover
Their experience and wisdom.

Yet our children
And grandchildren

Awake to the dawn
And the spring

To hear a song
With a different ring.

They've yet
To discover

That experience,
Not books,

Brings to light
Our forefathers' views.

Oh, thank you,
Sweet teachers, who take the time,
To teach our children to read and to rhymn.

But, most of all, we truely thank you,
For teaching them - to learn for themselves.

To think, to ponder, to determine the answer
Of the questions Life gives us, to test our metal.

We thank you for teaching
Them to be shepherds,

Not sheep or lambs
Being led to the slaughter.

That we allow them
To stand on their feet

And to know their place
In their own history.

Copyright © 2009
by
Roger C. Bull