FOREVER SAMSON
Born in the shadow of a Colorado Ridge,
In prime of life became a Monarach of Fame,
Adored by his harem of ladies all,
His tolerance of humans, many recall,
Here a Champion, Samson was his name
Then at his peak, into his world came a blight,
A shameful poacher brought him woe and strife,
Laid him down with arrow and bow,
But his genes run strong as his offspring grow,
And Sam Son will rule with spirit and new life.
Sometimes when the herds drift down from the hill,
They gather on the meadow, lay down and are still,
When the day bird's gone, no longer sings,
And above an eagle soars on silent wings,
An Omen is whispered in the call of a whippoorwill.
'Tis then if you turn to the west in the evening light,
You may glimpse a shadowy phantom on the edge of sight,
Of a Magnificent Bull standing alone,
Hear the soft bugle, pure musical one,
For the Spirit of Samson, still stands guard in the night.
copyright 2006 F.Facer
