Awakening this morning
I am blushed with the dawn,
Standing at a frosty window
inhaling with an icy yawn,
Dogs are greeting the day
whining at the frozen grass,
You snug under the covers
my blonde blue-eyed lass,
I leave off my bathrobe
the cold good against my skin,
Feeling the call of forefathers
those Celtic Highlander men,
From deep in my sired soul
voices reach an open mental ear,
Guiding my footsteps in life
each day, week, month, and year,
There are others there to speak,
all from a far distant time,
Crafted by their ancient wisdom
knowledge carried in my mind,
I am grateful for their presence
for the things they let me know,
I am that which they have made me
a mosaic of my clan past tableau.
©2012, Donald Harbour
You convey your heritage well here ! I really liked”a mosaic of cultures past tableau.”
It’s interesting being a mosaic of cultures — in my case, the African, the Cherokee, the German, and the Celtic. I have Irish and Scottish ancestry through my mother (documented, namely the MacDonalds) and possibly my father (undocumented, except for a “mulatto” ancestor whose father may have been the Nicholson plantation owner from whence comes my surname). I’ve always wanted to visit Ireland and Scotland, and you’ve reminded me of why. I wonder what would happen in everyone sought the wisdom in their roots more — we’d have no shortage of it to draw from.
I agree with the comments above. You’ve given us a keen sense of inherited roots – who can tell how strong this influence is in our lives.
I just love everything about this poem – the sexy start and the history so cleverly revealed.
another good one Donald….nicely done