'BOWLEGS' DREAMING
In the night
where the Moon rides,
Old Warriors dream
as they water the horses
for the young
who ride
the Battlefields of
tomorrow.
They prepare the dawn
for the sunrise
of birds.
They place an old hat
upon the Sun.
They remember
their old time
... of wounds
and pain!
... the scars!
... touching them again,
they remember
when they were
young.