Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul

Shall I Remember Father's Longing Soul I'm tired of living in this ancient dark hell, With evil, sins and smells of eating hate. Shall I journey to much better wastelands afar An escape before death proves me too late? I'll race into the forests of pain and gloom, Seeker of Life's longings and great treasures. No fear of the unknown hand and waiting doom, An adventurer chasing deep love and pleasures! Or take the next fork to lands far and unknown, A risk worthy of all my hot, flowing blood. Each path another clue my mind blessedly shown. Into my searching heart each a river in flood. This valley holds deep my father's longing soul. This farm won, he paid in sweet blood its high toll! R.J. Lindley May 20th 1983 Note- Old sonnet, written age 29...