Father Poem by Lazarus Knix

You carried me through fields of wheat
‘Twear noise tread naught and silence sweet
In the placid lakes of spring, you dwell
Father

Yet winter came one moon, and lo-
It’s aura met, you cursed the glow
Beneath our stars, I bade fair well-
Father

And as the sun set, sound and swift
Beneath the shadows of your gift
I’d not the mind to hear nor tell
Father

Perhaps one night, We’ll greet the moon
-May shed no tears to an early June
Turn your sands, and I as well-
Father.