Early 20th century North American poets,
strange but poignantly familiar voices
preen my weary heart,
an unwanted child orphan of post-modern day,
out of its anachronistic agony
into a time where people resided
within the unadorned, earthen Church
of Tradition & Integrity,
a time where we walked and we talked
with such purity and simplicity,
a redeeming reflection of only the facts felt,
where we were more in touch with the reverent acknowledgement,
that all that was truly worth knowing,
was all that was truly worth saying.
