Let me bestow upon you
A midwestern wind that snaps power lines and uproots trees
To be always at your back.
Silt of the river to settle in your lungs for reminding
That you are of this earth.
The iciest of water running through your veins
To keep your cool from the hardiest of fools.
And let the graciousness of this land we are now in
Be yours for the joining.
for my son who is 12 today.