In 1975 I worked in a lumber yard in a small town in East, central Kansas. I drove large lumber trucks with loads of materials to new home building sites. And I drove a forklift to load and unload the trucks. I also took orders, made sales, and even shoveled loads of sand into backs of pickups. Plus, I thought about how the end is nigh.
I didn’t really think about how the end is nigh.
Because “nigh” isn’t a word I use since “almost” or “near” are a lot more understandable to a lot more people. But this isn’t a vocabulary lesson.
I’d like to explain why I was thinking about “the end.”
And I’d like to tell you it was some deep, transformational, inner soul, experiential thing. But it was what I thought would be a clever end to a poem.
I made friends with silent eagles,
Traveled worlds and worlds of sky,
Conquered continents of knowledge
Speaking only with my eyes.
I have seen the tides of freedom
Swept onto the shores of man.
I have seen the storm of greed
Take it all away again.
But the eagles always flew with me.
We had safety and security.
And our lives were filled with purity.
There was nothing but our love to see.
Now the world is as it first began,
Free of guilt and greed and free of man.
But I travel with my eagle friends
Living for awhile in this the end.
© 1975 Tony Funderburk
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