A poem by my talented son, Jeff Siddhartha Crazy Horse Marr, sometimes known as Squawking Crow
The older we grow, the nearer to heaven
We go: the stars of the sky yet within reach,
And the heart of the ocean and high mountain
Peaks have yielded their secrets in songs and speech.
We look on as youth dances upon the grass
In summer, where wild-flowers bloom for a day.
To the highest cliff-edge we wearily pass
Remembering childhood, how merrily we’d play!
How tired we became! and all looking back
Is a long road that leaves nowhere we have stayed.
Turning the last corner, this wide-wakeful track
Leaves us sober: all gains may still be unmade.
Dancing hand in hand with our children on snow
We approach the last doorway of light, and know.
By Jeffrey Merk