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The North Star of the West

by a man from Maine

I was on the summit of the mountain where the sun first cast its light

In quiet contemplation I scanned the sky and there was a star that shone greater than a day

I thought this must be the star that once guided the wisest of men

This must be the Star of the North

I noticed a man not a stone’s throw away and quietly approached

and this man had with him the noblest of all the beasts

I pointed to the sky and asked

This light? This light must be the Star of the North?

The man slowly turned to me to say

“You can’t tell I am blind? Get out of here before I call a cop!”

I softly turned and not so slowly walked away

but I would recall these words of wisdom throughout my coming day.

Why would a man who has no vision place himself amongst Gods’ glory?

I returned to the summit the following eve and in my ascent came upon an old woman

and this old woman had with her a parcel

I pointed to the sky and asked

This light? This light must be the Star of the North?

The old woman slowly turned to me to say

“hey man I’m hungry, can you spare a couple bucks?”

I presented her a fin and I softly turned and not so slowly walked away

but I would recall these words of wisdom throughout my coming day.

Why would a woman who has no wealth place herself amongst Gods’ glory?

I returned to the summit on the following eve

and in my ascent I came across a man, a man of the cloth as they would say

again I found myself pointing to the sky and asking

This light? This light must be the Star of the North?

The man slowly turned to me to say

“my child, this light you speak of is whatever you wish the light to say”

I thought for but a brief moment then

I turned and ran, I ran fast away!

but I would recall these words of wisdom throughout my coming day.

Why would a man that was so crazed place himself amongst Gods’ glory?

A day or perhaps two pasted then I would return to this mountain top

and on my ascent I encountered a man, a man that was clothe in white

and I pointed to the sky and asked

This light? This light must be the Star of the North?

The man slowly turns and says

“sir, come with me and I will help you find the Star of the North”

I thought for only a moment but did not turn myself away

I followed this man on a journey not so far away

and he presented me with gifts of fine cloth and feasts of the food and Ativan

I would recall this man’s words of wisdom throughout my months away

Why would such a generous man find it necessary to place himself amongst God’s glory?

I thought and I thought, could it be I needed guidance all along the way?

I spoke to myself to say “no that aint it… oh no!  I must be going crazy!”

it was only then I realized this Star of the North had shone from skies of West!

I packed my clothes and food and Ativan to undertake an epic journey to the West

The journey that would lead me to the land of the Golden Bear

the journey was challenging and fraught with peril

and then I encountered a man … he was the brother of the generous man

he was with friends with carriages that shone so brightly red and blue

he presented me with fine cloth and feasts of food and Ativan too.

This man was SO generous he insisted I stay till the moon became anew

I spoke that I could not and continued my journey true

my skin now pierced by wind my lips cracked and blue

my hands trembling and bleeding and my legs felt like glue

I came upon a village they called New Ark and surely a vessel or even camel would do.

a vessel or camel would prove too costly; I could not afford the insurance due.

and so I continued on foot the trek that was due

throughout my journey I was met by many brothers of the generous man of the past

at first I thought it strange than thought “he must be a good Catholic … so many brothers”

I could pen this trek forever but my quill fell victim too.

and so I use my blood to finish this story that is true

I swam across great rivers and walked vast deserts too.

I faced the punishment of blizzards and scaled tall mountains too.

and when I came upon the North Star of the West

I realized it was my girl … a woman known as Elizabeth 

and I wrote this poem for you!