The Walk
I traveled a pavement path today
It took me to recent, distant past
Many things arose
The good, the bad, and yes, the ugly
Yet, these things had no hold, no hold
They could gain no hallowed ground
For there was something greater still
That took the past and drowned
It
The greater was the present
It was the sunshine radiating off all alive
The skies so rich with blue
The green of the new leaves on the trees
The wind was whispering new
Songs of life and hope and peace and love
All of these things were more than enough
To erase the past, to place it where it should be
I think I’ll simply rest beneath this tree
Slipping as a dream into my future
It is spring, and more than that, it's almost Sunday. Good poem, Duane!
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