Saturday, September 19, 2009

Poetry Saturday: I Met A Savage

I am going to start a new series of posts that I will try to do every saturnday that I will the give the lyrical title of Poetry Saturday too. First up,

I Met A Savage

I met a savage
and his name was Ray
He is a Lamanite
a Navajo of night
From the four corners
when his mother is gone he will mourn her
Says the Mormons are people good
though he doesn't always do as he should
He likes to gamble and he likes to drink
the guys at work don't like him, say he doesn't think
But I believe it is because
there is something in that noble savage or was
That calls back to another time
when the land was his and not yours or mine
But then didn't they too take
from those that also forsake
To be nearer the earth
is as when man was birthed
And as such Christ said
be like a child or be alive but dead


Dodi said...

Love it. I'm abig fan of poetry and this is very good.

David J. West said...

Thanks Dodi. I am planning on doing something every week and I have a lot of stuff to draw on.