A poem by Lyde Longaker.
Lady Moon slips thru a window pane.
Wake up my heart.
Orion hovers in the night sky.
Shake off the warm covers of dreams.
The hunt for the soul is at stake
Place your foot on the floor
Integrity will hold you up
Truth will guide you on the trail
The exercise is yours
Remove the arrows from the quiver
Replace the heads with deeds
Focus on justice and equality
Eat locust and honey
Prepare for the now and thy will be done.
Lyde Longaker writes to live. She was born at home in Edgeworth, marauded Sewickley's Isaly’s ice cream parlor, was held captive in boarding school, and set free by Carnegie Tech (now Mellon). She now lives in Ashland, VA. She raised kids, stayed sane in theatre design, taught art, made pots, and now, thanks to The Pittsburgher, at age 89 she is a published poet.