WALKING WITH STEVEN
Somehow this poem matches my various moods related to our bosque walks. Although with a kind of reversal…I am often quite achy and gloomy about the world upon awakening…but by the time Steven and I (and this Sunday, Kalia) have been in a woods an hour or two, the world seems liveable, manageable…even good…and…now and then…great! Although if we were to walk … till the guns are dropped…till food reaches all…till the devils get a heart…till truth is a law I’m afraid our wings would drag too.
“A Walk By The River”
Walking by the river
on a blue-grey morn,
smile on the face
dry leaves on the walk.
Black and white the world seems now
For every bright day has a black-dull start.
Walking by the river
white rose in one hand,
The girl seems to walk by and by.
She says she’ll walk
till the guns are dropped,
She says she’ll walk
till food reaches all,
She says she’ll walk
till the devils get a heart,
She says she’ll walk till truth is a law.
She flies no more
wings drag as she walk,
It’s been a long time since she started her job.
Still hope in her eyes
and peace in her soul,
Walking by the river on a blue-grey morn…………….
