Hearth Of The Parthenon
© Surazeus
2025 06 19

Fifty years ago children would play wild
in the wide streets all summer afternoon
with eager passion for the roles they choose
in carefree timelessness of grassy lawns,
but now they sit at computers on desks
and weave visions across the world wide web.

I want to go outside in the bright glow
and ride my bike along the quiet streets
past houses where children play on small lawns
to the library on the college campus
where the round fountain splashes peacefully
in the wooded hills of northeastern Texas.

Pausing outside the brick library door,
I gaze up at clouds in the pale blue sky,
but see no airplanes from the last world war
dropping bombs to destroy our way of life,
so I stroll inside and sit at the desk
to read of languages and alphabets.

Strolling with Bilbo in the Misty Mountains,
then through spidery shadows of Mirkwood,
I join his quest to find the secret treasure
of gold and jewels in the Lonely Mountain
where dragon of tyranny rules the world
till Bard shoots him down with arrow of truth.

We travel north in the blue pickup truck
to dwell in the shadow of Mount Takoma
near the Cascade Mountains in Washington,
called the Yamakiasham Yaina range,
where ancient tribes of forest people dwell
along the sparkling Nichiwana River.

Hiking in pine woods around Mount Takoma,
I search for ancient treasure of my heart
in timeless quiet of the lake-side grove,
till northern spotted owl calls my true name,
then Calliope, daughter of Apollo,
gives me the ancient lyre of Mercury.

Orpheus teaches me how to sing spells
with power to enchant the human mind
with tales of heroes who write history
to build foundation of philosophy
on which our world civilization stands
that spreads bright from hearth of the Parthenon.

I chuckle at how my creative brain
invents grand legend of heroic deeds
from random journey of my mortal soul
across the crowded landscape of this world
where thousands of prophets preach their world views
till we die and our books crumble to dust.

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Orpheus tells the young singer he is ready to go out into the world on his own private quest to find the ancient treasure of truth in stories of human life.

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