by D.K. McCarthy
Dear mother, father, can you hear?
The piper’s song is sounding near.
“Go seek the sky where light is falling,
Challenge the reefs where seagulls cry,
Follow the sound of wild geese calling,
Follow the sky!”
His singing stirs the soul of me,
Like the surging of the sea!
“Never remain where life is dying,
Croaking like a complacent toad,
Always remember distance crying
Follow the road!”
His singing fades across the hill,
But, father dear, he calls me still…
“Go seek the fleece, though step be failing,
Stagger after the faintest gleam,
Leave to others Cassandra’s wailing
Follow the dream!”
Dear mother if you love me so,
Open the door, and let me go!
©1990 D.K. McCarthy
Edited by R.L. McCarthy
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