The Harvest of Cancer

Captains fiercely call

Crying gulls and pylon waves

Chill the reaching night

             

Walls of ice lay split

Winters dawning run to sea  

Whirlwinds pitch and roll

Those schooled by the swell 

The ancient ways of water     

Taught each lesson once

Milking Tritons ore

Men of honor pitch the cage  

Marking ocean loot

Natures deadly gifts

Northmen earn upon the rail

Net rewards and test

Kinsman lead the green

Knowing cold oblivion    

Keeps mistakes at sea  

_Hermit King_

dedicated to Phil Harris

(December 19, 1956 – February 9, 2010

Mother

Witness to our birth 

Pure love our first perception 

In her arms a home

Quiet in her grace

A prayer her one direction

Words of peace and joy

Teacher of respect

Purveying strong tradition

Aim both high and grand

Eyes of soft reproof

Firm hand of inspiration

Solace in her wing

Simple soul of peace

Wisdom given with a smile

Hero without war

Holy on the throne

A goddess in probation

Equal to my king

-Hermit King-