All is varied with flowers gay <br /> And the soul, expressive as the sun! <br /> Aloft, carefree, I dream dreams to be <br /> Among the forlorn bones of war-torn frames! <br /> And now, knowing angels as prophetic things <br /> The world of aridity <br /> No longer clings to these myriad dead,-- <br /> Whose hearts well knew an American freedom-- <br /> A perpetual frontier, forever tread! <br /> And now, brave martyrs' passing <br /> As an immortal record into the minds of men! <br /> Conscious, always alive, within: <br /> Given rise to a constinuous functional America <br /> Whose challenge is the stir of courage <br /> And the remitttance of tears <br /> And a bow of prayer for them. <br /> I record emotion: for I am their poet: <br /> Drenched in sorrow: knowing the repentance of each... <br /> Knowing the depletion of each... <br /> And the dearest decided upon for keeps... <br /> While the vanity of the world swiftly passes away, <br /> And the permanency of the future unfolds <br /> ...And the carcasses grow sturdy grasses <br /> Yielding the purpose of life.<br /><br />Charles Lamar Nelson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/america-s-frontier/
