North American Dreaming: The Gate Keeper
William Burkholder's poem reminds us that for some the task is to guard the gate, while others dictate affairs.
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Of kings and men,
Which one am I?
A knight of emblazoned glory?
A rogue of impetuous design?
A ruler of men?
A disheartened liege?
Or the protector
Of the desperate
The down trodden
Besieged?
Mere mortal I am
The
Keeper of the gate;
My blood's origins
Are such.
Before the reformation
I have been
Chosen to guard and protect.
To brave
The arrows of
Contempt,
Stand tall and erect.
A simple sentinel
That’s all.
Tainted armor,
Tarnished as such,
Battle weary,
In as much;
The struggle still goes on.
No king am I,
No jester nay,
Just a lowly gatekeeper
Guarding this day.
