A poem about a person visiting an old road and realizing somethings |
Hello beloved old road that I trudged Ir's been a long time since your dust I touched The midday wind's begging me to oblige To the offer that to you I indulge The stones have not moved since the last time I kicked them The ditches have not lost the straightened hem The trees with the chipping bark seem to wave at me The ocher leaves seem to smile with much glee The footsteps engraved had been blown away With the withered leaves on the limbs that sway The sight of it I always remembered The woe of it on my heart ember'd The trees that waved at me I waved to back As I walked on the dusty yellow track The ocher leaves greeted me with a smile As I went prancing 'round the dusty mile On the clear ditch I washed my dirty feet And I sat as there was no one to meet I then go and walk with my feet muddy With the dust clinging to my skin ruddy The small pebbles lying there I kicked The sugary dust on their faces licked I kept kicking them every time I walk The dusty dots on my feet dust like chalk As I go close to the end of the road The prickly heat of the sun I have foe'd The greetings of the friendly trees I've heard The coolness of the water I have earned And as the end of my journey comes close I laugh, cry and smile for God and I know That another day will come for me to take The dusty road where life's lessons are made I have to go now, beloved old road You have helped me carry every life's load I will always walk this path till I die And it is there where I will say goodbye |