Sacred Memory

One dark, blustery night with storm clouds thickening I peeked out of my window, but couldn’t see a thing My hands cupped as blinders, and squinting very hard A brilliant flash of lightening lit up a dark graveyard The sky became a lightening show and thunder it did roll Displaying in that graveyard a massive totem pole It boasted such a dignity and stood there as a guard Crested with an eagle that watched the whole graveyard Storm clouds threaten to explode with tears of lament For all buried in that graveyard is to someone heaven sent Dad got back into the car as the angels began to cry We drove from that graveyard under the eagle’s watchful eye Each night before I sleep, lying in my bed With exciting sights of the day dancing in my head The memory I recall the most, the one I can’t discard Is a flat tire on a stormy night, totem pole and graveyard Randy Steele August 13, 2011