Sunday, February 20, 2011

Miscellaneous Verse...

A walk

The morning's respite
From chore and errand
A walk through woods and
Over bogs
On the trail that
Once was rails
Now mostly silent
The trains long gone elsewhere

Starting in
The rolling field that
Once was overworked but now
Lies quiet more in tune with its
Past

A mile north
My only companions are
Creatures heard but unseen and
Footfalls steady, hard, fast and
The breath from my chest and
The streams of former snow and
The songs in my head

A mile south
My companions remain
Creatures heard but unseen and
Footfalls steady, hard, fast and
The breath from my chest and
The streams of former snow and
The songs in my head

Return to
The rolling prairie that
Once was overworked but now
Lies quiet building our better
Future

Standing at a Grave...

Is this what it comes down to?
No; this is only where it ends
Or perhaps begins.

What it comes down to
I've learned is everything
That's been before.

That's been done before,
Done with Love.

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