Departure From Fear’s Foolish Ways

He made me wild as fox and hare and flustered quail that flee the hound who’s caught their scent and runs behind and bays to all who follow near I hold out to him what I know The way to learn therein with ease No need to risk the unforeseen Or unpredictability Such benefit he cannot see As books I offer hopefully The tomes and endless volumes fair They fail to light his poet's heart Life’s on the wind, he cries out now In shapes of clouds, a baby’s laugh The rain that dances just for us And snow we’ll catch on outstretched tongues We’ll cry with newly widowed youth Who’s lost their love only just wed Our heart will burst with pride for those who beat The odds against them bet We’ll taste and feel and touch and reel Experience our teacher true Life must be held in both hands cupped To catch whatever comes to us He takes my hand and shows me life From star gazed eyes I follow suit Until my soul with knowledge fills Of what is true courageousness True gallantry cannot be found In dusty volumes, brittle tomes But is the very willingness To trip along life’s avenues Behold how novelty gives wings To those who brave forth and reach out Enfolding all encountered thus Imagination’s true resource