A poem for Tracy Beaver

Echoes

Temerity knows no bounds upon the soul
Reaching for far away hope with tenacity;
After a slivered moon raises its bowl
Care remains like sand by the sea.

Yet spirit rises slowly through the stroll
Labored task builds wondrous loyalty,
Being shines for all to see its audacity
Echoes from the mind take a toll.

Always favor smiles for the meek
Veracity joins from mountain peak
Every dream appears with its cost
Racing young future is never lost.

Robert Dodson
May 27, 2009