There are vast amounts of knowledge shared by the writers at Identity Dixie, blueprints for the now, the soon to come, and that distant light in the future that we all long for, an independent homeland for our people.
Priority, purpose, and perseverance are the marks of men that accomplish great things. However, sometimes we can lose track of that which is most important, all men do, if even just briefly.
I tend to read poetry to help me regain focus. Kipling is my go-to, especially when I see the state of States. But this poem below, I wrote when my personal focus blurred, if even so briefly, to refocus myself on to the better track.
Black Bird
Why old Black Bird, do you live?
Among the beauty, of Dove and Swans
Why do you burden those peaceful birds?
With your fowl songs
Squawks and screeches, never would be heard
If to flight, those big black wings
Would right now, fly far away
From where the kindly bird sings
Why don’t you leave, this restful pond
And escape their lovely sight?
Take those songs, and big black wings
Take them all to flight.
I can’t, I can’t, with squawking beak
Said Black Bird to the Dove.
I won’t, I won’t, in screeching tones,
For it is you I love!
I know I’m not, as beautiful as these
That rest upon this pond
But who will notice, the beauty of Swans
If all, the Black Birds are gone?
Service to God and honor to the South.
