TO MOLD AND SHAPE THE EARTHEN SOUL
TO SEEK PRECIOUS LOVE OR MAYBE GOLD

HE COMES IN LIKE THE MORNING MIST
TO TAKE THE LAND THAT DOTH RESIST

BE HE VIKING STRONG OR PREACHER MILD
TO REPRODUCE AND FATHER CHILD

THAT MIST IT GROWS STRONG THEN WITHERS AWAY
BUT --- CHILDREN SIRED MUST HAVE THEIR DAY

ALAS --- TOO SOON GONE NER TO RETURN
FOR MORTAL MISTS DOTH RAPID BURN

NOW BENEATH HOLLOWED GROUND THEIR ASHES LAY
GONE OUR MOTHERS AND FATHERS OF YESTER DAY

LEAST WE SHOULD THOUGHTLESSLY DISMISS
OUR NOTEWORTHY SIRES -- AMID TIMES MIST

I DO TO YOU THIS SMALL WORK PRESENT
OF ANCIENT FATHERS AND WHAT THEY MEANT