Big city wheels keep turning <br />but no more ache his heart <br />he's in the land <br />the trees <br />the life <br />of passion pulled apart. <br /> <br />His message clear as daylight <br />his bootstraps tied on tight <br />and of half man half bear <br />he fought for what was right. <br /> <br />Some people called him crazy <br />some turned the other cheek <br />but passion, love and saddened eyes <br />made every action speak. <br /> <br />Man of water, <br />man of wind, <br />man of nature true. <br />His shadow calling, <br />'Blow me down. <br />My death is just for you.' <br /> <br />Of every speck of dust afloat, each one of him unlike the rest. <br />Of every man who ever lived, he lived for what he took in death. <br /> <br />Country spirit, <br />dressed in black, <br />sunglasses on his head <br />his shadow tells me, <br />'Blow me down. <br />I lived for why i'm dead.' <br /> <br /> <br />(Dedicated to the most passionate man I've never met, Tim Treadwell. Sleep well.)<br /><br />Erica Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blow-me-down-in-dedication-to-a-passionate-man/
