In search for the word

     dedicated to LRH


A pen in hand, a smile, thirst for knowledge.
He wrote of love, adventures, - other worlds.
His study – Man; the Universe – his college,
His treasure was that one and magic word.

A word that brought the hurricane to hurry,
And men to serenade beneath the moon,
A word, so strong it swept through all the hurdles...
If weakened – made the feeble cry and swoon.

He searched across the waves of the Pacific,
Across the seas of minds and of the past;
His voice reached far, without the vociferous
And gaudy manner, voice which spoke to last.

A pen in hand, a smile, a thirst for knowledge,
A writer, a philosopher, a friend.
My hero under reddish autumn foliage
Or heaps of snow – ever, I am afraid.

His swords: technology, and eloquence, and courage.
His legacy: a new and Golden Age.
He hardly needed praise and yet, we flourish
And speak in his name with honor: LRH.