November 23, 2017Long ago I tread a pathA misty woodland wayI had no company along the trekSo the trees could have their say
They spoke to me in silenceWith movement seen not heardAnd I replied in quiet kindWalking without a word
The day ahead held demandsDevoid of mist and airI could not whine or complainOr do what trees don't dare
Beneath the ground unseen by allTheir roots do intertwineReminding me the path aheadLeads home to all that's mineHappy Thanksgiving!
KC Kendricks
www.kckendricks.com
Published on November 23, 2017 02:00