Parkway

Written over 4 years ago as I walked a long while near a place that would become 3 years later our home. Many memories made since that day.

Long day I've wandered in mind and paces too
find me through the barrens and I'll collapse with you.
If you take it, don't rush, I'll trail your grace
and follow through the ceded woodland rays.
On into oncoming unpaved winding roads
where a finch glides by like a skimming stone
and takes the whispers from my tongue
his lyrics 'don't look back; it's yet to come'.
Dancing dives a buzzard to his post
over the underpass, a promenade of ghosts
taking us through history to our time
and to all the wonders we can find.
Unseen a lake translucent through the trees
lying like art as an unsung melody.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

That walk with its fine and lasting imagery must have made quite an impression on you, if that's where you have now made your home. It isn't just a beautiful environment to look at, it's what that place does to your soul. How it speaks to you. You are a lover of nature, so am I. Some very lovely lines here. I am liking your poetry very much.

Chris

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you Chris. It's certainly lucky how it turned out, and some of these images can stay with me longer now.