May 9, 1502

Tis th’ moment, th’ sound o’ th’ anchor risin,’

Th’ smel o’ soil soon tae be but a mem’ry,

Th’ winds a fillin’ th’ sheets,

an’ th’ great meestery o’ darkness,

Nae a star tae follow,

Th’ sky indeed covers a mighty sea.

Tis th’ primal day

th’ first hour of th’ sun

th’ first seek fo’

wind to blow us south.

It is th’ quest fo’ El Dorado

th’ seven cities o’ gold an’ gem

Tis th’ quest tae find where east meets west

th’ Silk Road

th’ Great Wall

An’ th’ halls of th’ Emperor King

Tis th’ primal day o’ great portent

This will be oor tide

This will be oor fortune

This will bring us favour

Every mother’s son of us

Will rise tae meet th’ morn

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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