George Solonevich

two fold child
alone
in his crowded world
risking life
risking death
even
(which could have been
the gentler escape)
to believe
what may
or may not
be truth.

still
there was faith
and the lonely child
was strengthened
by the dreams
of his father.

and the land
of the free
was his.

a memory of childhood
struck a deeper chord
and convictions
were choked
in the very throats
of the free.

there remained
a lone resort
and by the touch
of the artist's hand-
his story
will never die.