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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.

To read many more poems please visit Bill's Web site http://www.freewebs.com/nirvanasgate/index.htm

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.


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