Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......
your warmth is my mind's peace
yet, the ease of my soul doesn't quite fancy you
as simple as it may sound
I can't decide
indecisive, as I have always been
I went on with the flow
and life or say desire chose you
for granted seems the soul to us
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
You write something very puzzling
To embarrass your lover,
And that's very inquisitive for her
To get at the real meaning.
You are an intelligent
At defining your every perplexing word,
But finally it becomes a pure and silent
Ballad of memorizing old
......
your warmth is my mind's peace
yet, the ease of my soul doesn't quite fancy you
as simple as it may sound
I can't decide
indecisive, as I have always been
I went on with the flow
and life or say desire chose you
for granted seems the soul to us
......
The grass, not greener on the distant side, yet it gleams,
The hare treads, nibbles, undisturbed it seems,
Why do his steps not leave their mark?
Untrampled, untouched, in this tranquil park,
It accepts, it embraces, it quietly endures,
The hare's presence, its essence, it secures.
Here where I reside, the grass bears the weight,
I'm the hare, whose fate's a different state,
They hide and shield, no signs of disdain,
......
Sailing to My Grandfather
by Michael R. Burch
for George Edwin Hurt Sr.
This distance between us
—this vast sea
of remembrance—
is no hindrance,
no enemy.
......
You write something very puzzling
To embarrass your lover,
And that's very inquisitive for her
To get at the real meaning.
You are an intelligent
At defining your every perplexing word,
But finally it becomes a pure and silent
Ballad of memorizing old
......