Long Lacrosse Poems
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LORE OF LACROSSE
he plucks the eagle’s feathers
tucks them in his patient’s hair
cayuga’s legs and arms take flight
his eyes behold the heaven’s bright
a powerful bolt of lightening never rests
tossed to and fro with kindred brothers
seven men honor their thunder gods
serious and strong in their athletic prowess
as the game shines a final kiss, an honor
each man attentive, like an army with spears
they bury beloved cayuga with his game stick
a gifted man will continue play in the underworld
3/4/2017
Frank Herrera’s Native American Lore contest
the little old man
said i think i can
climb a big ole mountain
but then again on the other hand
ski diving seems like titan
or maybe i could tight rope walk
over the Grand Canyon
fall to my death i might but hey I'm old
so, my life i could abandon
or maybe i will sail the world
looking for the Lochness monster
he maybe big but ill prove he is that
ugly sea monster
but then again that's to much
for i am a old man
so, across Europe i will stroll
upon a single hand
or maybe even hike the good appellation trial
a bear id come across
he'd be mad but he couldn't resist
when i teach him to play lacrosse,
oh, how i wish i could do these amazing things
but hey it's time for my nap
so that's my adventure for the day
i hit my pillow in my lap
Yesterday while driving to meet my daughter and attend a Lacrosse game
I noticed a caterpillar on my shoulder…
I’m not sure where she came from…but I have a feeling as to why…
She was there to remind me of all there is to learn from our friend…the butterfly.
And as I watched her quietly crawling on me
thinking how one day…she will reach for the sky
I was mesmerized thinking of the silent beauty…that is the butterfly.
While we made this trip together…her presence made me reminisce…
how just like her we humans are in a state of metamorphosis.
How like this tiny caterpillar…we are all a fragile sort…
How we need to make each moment special…because our time on Earth is short.
How our life is always changing…
how we must be patient with what each change brings
patient and resilient…if we are ever to grow our wings.
How once our wings have formed…it might take more than just one try
before we find the courage…the skill, the fortitude…and the confidence to fly.
And how once we learn to fly we're in for a wonderful surprise…
we get to share the entire world with a host of different butterflies.
When I arrived at the Lacrosse field…
I thanked the caterpillar for a moment I was glad I didn’t miss…
then gently set her down on a big green leaf
so she could continue her metamorphosis.
When I walked into the stands to sit…I couldn’t believe my eyes…
for everywhere I looked I was surrounded by butterflies…
A diverse and beautiful group of Butterflies…butterflies just like me…
all sizes, ages, shapes and colors…in different phases of their metamorphoses
It’s funny all the other people seated next to me…
saw only a lacrosse game on that field through their eyes…
but because of a car ride with caterpillar…
I was happily sitting…in a field of butterflies.
You may feel about the planet what
you feel about a great baseball team or band:
that once there was a moment when, unknown
to us at the time, we convened
and lost and found ourselves in what we created.
Who should I thank for this day?
A fresh-mown lawn is a robin's repast.
A bear a black bear a rolling delicately dancing
graceful as silence sailing through the ferns and understory
unafraid and in no hurry.
My musician referral service, vacation rental business,
nonprofit management system, plant identification database,
great American songbook and anthology of poems. Coach says
in a thousand years back and forth games like lacrosse and soccer
will be played against genetically engineered primates
but baseball will be played solely by humans.
In a thousand years, amen.