See that old Man standing on
The shore facing the West?
I can’t tell if He is on a lake
Or seashore, my perspective
Is a lot different than His.
He can communicate with me
I understand Him well now
He is the Shaman I’ve known
For years and years, decades really
Following Him wherever He goes.
The Sun has almost totally set
Full Moonlight illuminates the Water
His thoughts come straight to me.
He is thinking about long times past
When He used to be a great warrior.
He is remembering those He fought
Vanquished all a very few of them
He survives, His foes have not
Was he justified in his combat deeds?
Temporally yes, Spiritually who knows?
He strips off His arms and garments
Dives straight into the bright Moonlight
Swimming with still stronger strokes
Straight Westward towards Summer Land
Where He will met His friends and foes.
I feel Him tell me very clearly
That all will end up well for Him
He disappears on the Path of Light
He’ll be fine with all Beings There
Someday I am going to gladly follow.
August 16, 2016
Author: Walter Birdwell
Born in Missouri in 1942, Walter Birdwell graduated from the University of Missouri in 1964 with a BA in creative writing. Immediately enlisted in the US army to avoid the draft and was in the US army from 1964 to 1967. Married Yolanda Garza a month after discharge from the Army and have been married forty-five years. Walter is a progressive political activist and has been for about fifty years and a follower of Pagan religious tradition for about twenty years. Have previously published newspaper articles in The Southern Patriot and the New York City Guardian newspapers (both defunct progressive newspapers) in the 1970s and have recently published articles in The Missouri Chigger, an Ozark area magazine, and the Brownsville Herald. Enjoys writing, sculpture, hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, reading, traveling, and all outdoor activities.