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I wrote this poem in 1969 and found it in an old box a year ago.. The title is from Tolkiens Fellowship of the Ring. NOT ALL WHO WANDER ARE LOST We are the poet swordsmen of the lost generation, Spinning freely from dances of delight to whispers of wonder. Our hands touch the altar Earth, Caressing her boldness as we sadly spit into the twisted face of NO! Loins alive we feel the blue haze around us. Nomads in the forbidden land we must claim for our own, Soaring, screaming, pounding, drifting, floating, Our heartbeats excite the air. The warmth of our nakedness is an eternal brother. We are alone together. For we are the poet swordsmen of the lost generation, Following the sun through the dreamy eons of the silent night Whose name is Guinevere and who waits in the fields of tomorrow.

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