As the hero leaves the city
To the shouting of the crowd
His heart is full of pity
Though he knows he should be proud
As he sets out on his quest
To free this blighted land
His wand’ring mind comes to rest
On the man with the Golden Hand
You must beware the storm birds
Beware the rain they bring
In his mind he repeats these words
As all around him sing
Many times this hero’s fallen
Always in grief and pain
But still the people call him
To come and fight again
Written 1979
Part of my epic, intertwined series of poems, songs and stories. Well OK, I make reference to the man with the Golden Hand.
M. Robert Gibson 