“Life of Want”
By William Keiffer
We souls of want are what we desire,
Consumed in the passion of its chase.
Few hope for a form that is higher
While others can wallow in something more base.
To want betterment of life is not to be cursed
And is part of us that is want.
yet If we only aspire our needed base thirst,
our lack of control will only taunt.
If we crave betterment of ill align
Consumed by the materials of lust
Yet we can stake a claim in life divine
Though a dedicated virtue of existence just
Life is still of want and appetite
Many lead down, only few lead to light.
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“Three Brothers”
By Tina Kolberg Lee
They are together again as when they were young
in the happy hunting ground.
The sky is blue, the fish are biting
the hunting couldn't be better.
The fragrance in the air is deep with pine.
They have been reunited with their Mother and Father,
the stories don’t end.
They patiently will wait until we join them,
in the happy hunting ground.
"I wrote this poem when my Father's last Brother passed away. They were raised to love and respect nature through their Father who was Native American."
