Silence Keeps

He walks along the river banks
not even the geese or the birds
playing along the tree line of
the running waters along the bend
nor the catfish or the carp that usually scatter
when strange feet interrupt
their abode, their domicile,
concern themselves little
with his quiet steps, his gentle caring gait
which has been born of solitude.
He has learned through all the paths
he’s walked in his life and his coexistence
with Man and nature, his voice, his words
have been rarely heard and
so he speaks little if only in
a whisper and those who wish
to listen ,will. He has learned
that if he walks quietly
his ears will also hear
sounds that others cannot
and his eyes will witness visions,
scents and odors of Nature’s breath
are keenly captured and all this
is harnessed as his spirit grows
hand in hand along this River’s bend
his heart is heard amidst Nature’s song
as his silence keeps.

Selfless, Giving Hero's

My eyes, closed for sleep tonight, short lived
I tossed and turned with overwhelming sadness
thinking of the tragedy
where life is so wantonly discarded
separated from their loved ones
and from those they selflessly gave
without fear of their own life
helping to nourish the young
In a country whose needs are many
that exists far, far and foreign from their own
treating the ill, the injured feeding their poor
yet viciously they’re assassinated
extricated from the needy and other
Humans, a country that had benefited
from their presence
no threat to their religion,
to their ideology or nationalism
what a tragic waste
War or military conflicts are not
the only place where soldiering
is found or Hero's evince
These unselfish, selfless, giving humans are my hero’s