~
Grasswalker ~
Bowed not only
from his eighty
some years
but with the
care of other's
burdens and
tears,
In a lush
fertile garden
he leans upon
his hoe...
Proudly
surveying this
land left by his
Fathers long
ago...
Tilled and sown,
row by row...
He watches as
they slowly grow
A garden
carefully tended
for neighbors
and me
and all he cares
for and thinks
of as family
With thought of
neither time nor
rest
by his care worn
hands he gathers
in the
harvest...
delightful,
succulent
vegetables from
stalk, root, and
vine
grown in the
warmth and glow
of summertime...
Spirit strong
but body aged
and weak
He's tired and
hot as shade he
seeks
He is a proud
and honest man
His heart holds
great respect
for the land
The Mountains
watch over him
day and night
Guarding like
sentinels of
might
His spirit walks
through the
grass with ease
Dreams of his
youth revisited
on a soft breeze
The cool
softness of the
grass...
brings memories
of the past...
He knows his
life is fleeting
fast
But he knows his
spirit over this
land will last
He returns home
to his wife of
many years
They've known
much toil and
tears
But they too
have known great
happiness and
love
Blessed by the
Creator from
above...
When it is time
for this
Grasswalker to
die
His is a heart
that will not
question why...
For his spirit
will forever
be...
Living over this
land free...
Barbara LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
©
2003 used with permission
ThunderWolfLA@aol.com
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