Americas Poet
Robert Frost
Wrote many words
About his native woods
In the East
But out West
It was the fate
Of the Russians
To first step foot
Many believe
They have preceded
Even the Erik the red
Certainly before the
Converted Conquistadors
But maybe after the Chinese
There were four waves
Or separate groups
Of Native Americans
The last group
Are the Inuit
With Asian heritage
They were encountered
By more than fur trappers
They became the rock
That the great Russian Empire
Was built which went all
The way down Baja
They gave Christianity
To these new converts
Without the forced
Slavery of the Catholics
Upon a people
Who had been invaded
Too many times
In the wilderness
One finds these
Orthodox buildings
We even found
A tiny version
In our backyard
Only to have it and us
Removed from the property
None the less
Speak to an Alaskan
And they are Russian Orthodox
Christians and Natives
These is Native American
Appreciation month
And thanksgiving
Which many tribes
Don't acknowledge
But the Russian church
Has decided upon
Its first female saint
In America
A healer of people
She is a proud Inuit
She is seen with her
Unique facial features
And a towel draped
Over her arms
As she is about
To perform a cleansing
Of the soul
Many of the old eastern europe
Also had traditions
Of cleansing the soul
In order for the person
To be healed
Of what ails them
They also would
Be under care
Which is sometimes
All that is needed
To cure diseases
Rest and sleep
And food and wamth
Meanwhile,
There is a third contender
In the ring
A Kennedy
Out of nowhere
A smuggling bootlegging
Enterprise
Came an Ambassador
And do gooders
Who have never been
Sainted
Women who are millionares
Who show up at
Soup Kitchens
To ladle out hospitality
We all watched
In Horror as the President
Was shot in a parade
His brother
Also murdered
On his bid for Presidency
Now his son is in the race
Against a fellow Catholic
Whose family
Have come under investigation
As well as his lead
Contender the Trumps
Wealthy Americans
Who want to spend time
Shaking hands with the poor
This after the son
Who stood saluting
His father
Went missing
A boy whose life
Was under fire
Whose own mother
Had no money
When she married
And only on the basis
Of a third brother
Was allowed to have
Her wealth
To further the arts
Of America
Which included historic houses
Ours in the West
All some of the oldest examples
And yet they have been torn down
By an interloper
Whom I always suspect
Of having caused
The situation
Even in the death
Of John jr.
He grew up
Without a father
Lost his stepfather
And watched his sister
Be publicly mauled
By the press
She did not marry a prince
But her hearts choice
He went unwed
While he made his own mark
Americas royalty
After his mothers passing
He took to sports
Got a young wife
And went around
Having saddened
Everyone with his choice
On the eve
Of his cousins
Wedding
He got lost
After having survived
All sorts of trails
His plane vanished
Not his own sister
But another cousin
Said he had not shown up
Him and his wife
At her place
They sent out
The emergency warning
Which I heard
In California
Once more being
Removed from my
East coast jobsite
My mother had unplugged
The television
She had watched
So many of these things
I sat glued in the middle
Of the night
On the porch
Listening to them
Searching for him
They tracked his plane
And then decided
It must have gone down
In water
In the early hours
Of the morning
They switched
From rescue mode
To recovery
Meaning he was not
Expected to have survived
We waited all weekend
While I attempted to distract
My mother
For news
Finally they found the plane
Submerged off
The coast of Marthas Vineyard
His sister stuck inside
Her million dollar mansion
Was going stir crazy
Her last one
She had lost her parents
And now her only sibling
They could only find
The bodies of his wife
And sister in law
But they held a funeral
Anyways presuming
He had not drifted off to sea
They had checked
They also discovered
That he nearly
Missed an airlines
With no vocal contact
They did not know
Who he was
The formers presidents son
As his plane
Flew past
He did not comment
A thing most unusual
And then weeks later
They got the information
That he had phoned
The nearest airport
Asking for help
He needed someone
On the phone
Or we will not be making it
To their final destination
No one responded
Not even when a missing
Persons report was made
Hours later
Who did you say?
A slow breath out
He had his run ins
With local police
Whose fault was not
Coming into contact
With the famous
Unless they were
About to be arrested
A Kennedy missing?
Seemed hard to belive
And they were no texting messages
From the women
Nor phone calls
To his sister
Or Aunt
Nothing
Silence
Many miles to keep
He flew to a wedding
In complete none speaking mode
Why?
Was his girls
Not able to talk?
One expert
Mocked him
If only he had put on
The autopilot
Jimmy loves those things
When I was flying
He used to take over
And put on that
Then when he was done
He would jump out
How he survived
I don't know
But if John
Did not speak
Maybe he could not
Maybe he was on
Autopilot
Not knowing how
Close they were
To the airlines
Because he was distracted
Not in the cockpit
Somewhere else
In a small plane
Maybe jimmy
Was there
Or at least on a phone
Threats
Nothing this kid
Did was right
Nothing
Made jimmy
More important
His calling for help
Without a mayday
Meant he knew
Something was wrong
His plane malfunctioned?
His gas or oil low?
Something was wrong
But when he did make
The call
No one responded
None of the locals
Knew how to respond
His life is gone
Before he was ready
And my mother
Shortly afterwards
I was forced out
Of her room
A few nights
Before she died
Of heart failure
No resusitacion
Which was agaisnt
What I had told them
They were not listening
To me a former Mayors daughter
And an elected government official
They listened instead
To Jimmy
And his wife Teresa
Whose son has been
Lying to everyone
About who he is
Juan Barron
Imagines his father
Is what?
A now dead millionaire
Now dead
And me as his mohter
I warned my mother
About not letting her in
Nor to allow her son
To get comfortable
But there they were
Denying me the right
To my own money
And property
John is so cocky
He thinks he owns
The world
But waited until after
The disappearance
While helping Jimmy
Lock me up
For no reason
Except what I cant remember
I remember alot of things
I know I did not give birth
To anyone at all
Nor has anyone
Who has come
Been allowed to win
Against this drug smuggler
Kid so willing
To sell anything
Including his own women
If necessay
A dirty lot
Is what we fell into
And his demise
Is going to bring
Thief Teresa
To her own misery
I recall being passed
On to the wrong
Person when my grandfather
Had me out for a morning stroll
After we had arrived
At the Mansion
Not the brick house
We came from good stock
Being found
On a couch
In the Oval office
Was not pleasant
For my family
Nor the constant
Issues with local police
Who don't know
What to do faced
With a hoax
Just don't give in
To the pretty face...
Miles to go
I have survived
While others have not
I miss those good souls
But measure out
The time left
For the bad ones
Who wont even phone in
An assault or a lost plane
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