Poem of the Day

COLLECTING FIREWOOD WITH MY FATHER

 By: Dwayne Walls

“Guard, guard your mind, my son!”

My father to me said,

“Guard your mind from everyone, 

The living, AND the dead.”

“You are too young, too young to know,

As young as young can be. 

Stray not where that monster grows

That aches for you and me.” 

He laughed and said, “Your mind is clean, your mind clear, 

Your thoughts are mountain air.

Your mind will bar the gate to fear.

It will take you everywhere.

“Post your guard – his charge, alone,

Your slumber will be deep.

Guard, guard your mind, my son,

It is your castle and your keep.”