Colin F. Jones

A WARRIOR

The vernal spirit of the earth compels,
The inquisitive spontaneous thoughts of man,
To seek from mystery the hidden cells,
That reveal the truth where ere it can.
The warrior serves his mother earth,
By preserving the treasured things he loves,
For that is the total of his worth,
The eagle must reside among the doves.
He must admire without desire,
Love without the need to possess
Control with discipline his fire,
His mistakes and errors confess…
That his sacred temple is the truth;
Love and loyalty his address.