In both Ferron's "Cactus" and Garnet Rogers' "After All" are personal struggles with successful outcomes, if you will.
...When I was young I was in service to my pain.
On sunny days you'd find me walking miles to look for rain.
And as many times I swapped it all just to hop a moving train.
Looking back, it was a most expensive way to get around...
...Seems to me the tools for being human are wicked crude...
It concludes:
...Now when I imagine life is only time and space...
then I guess I've seen the best of it upon your tender, loving face.
And the faith that you bestowed in me gives me a solid sense of place.
I learn to say...Fire, Water, Earth and Air...
I learn to say Fire, Water, Earth and Air...
I learn to say Fire, Water, Earth and Air...
I'll see you there."
Here's Rogers (a poen by Henry Lawson):
'The light of passion in dreamy eyes.
The page of truth well read.
The glorious thrill in a heart gone cold
of a spirit once thought dead.
The song that goes to a comrade’s heart.
The tear of pride let fall.
My heart grows brave
And the world to me
Is a good world after all...
Might well be I saw too plain
Or maybe I was blind
But I'll keep my face to the dawning light
Though the devil stand behind.
Though the devil stand behind my back,
Shall I see his shadow fall,
I'll read in the light of the morning stars
A good world after all.
...Rest for your eyes are weary, love
We drove the worst away.
The ghost of the man I might have been
Is gone from my heart today.
We'll live for life and the best it brings
Till our twilight shadows fall.
My heart grows brave
And the world, to me,
Is a good world after all.
My heart grows brave
And the world, to me,
Is a good world after all.
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