I’m taking a break, for the moment, from my normal everyday routines, to honor those that have been brave enough to serve for our freedoms and our often self-centered selves.
Words are hard to come by for this poet, so I will share with you a poem written by a dear friend and fellow poet, the late Joseph Porter, aka the Mountain Man. He asked me years ago to record this poem as a gift to him, and I was honored to do so! This is Old Pilots…
In loving memory to Joe Porter, Dan McHenry Hickey (Poet Laureate, Madison GA) and Robert White. Salute~
To my daddy, John, and my brother, Mark; i love you and thank you dearly. To Bill Barrington, granddad to my daughter-in-law, hugs.
To my new friend Ed Clary WWII Veteran from Bradenton, FL
And the countless others that have served with all they have/had!
(sorry if i didn’t mention you by name, there are so many to thank)
Learn to love the elders, learn to listen to their stories. There’s a youthful exuberance when they reminisce, a gleam in their eyes, a smile on their lips.
I listen, I mean really listen, and ask questions, unexpected questions and watch them blossom and bloom. It’s amazing what a little watering and sun will do.
I love the elderly, I reverence their history. I say we sage, not age, each gaining unique knowledge and perspective. I like to tap that fountain, encourage them to share their wisdom in hopes that I am enlightened from some newly heard confession that heightens passion and stimulates the muse.
In that way, we share a rarity, we share life sustaining energy, to carry us both through yet another day.
So today, hug an elder…the tree and the human being.