Poetry Corner
by Kathie Bird
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The first soul trudged his trail of days Through sun and wind and rain The clouds had cleared yet his eyes cast down To pick his way over sodden ground As he came to a puddle that spanned his road He cursed the mud and he cursed his load With the wet in his way and dampened ambitions He sat down to wait for some better conditions. The second soul strode his road of days Through sun and wind and rain The clouds had cleared but his eyes faced ahead Directing his way over sodden tread As he came to a puddle that spanned his path He remembered the joys of his boyhood raft Then shook his head from temptations of fun Striding on with resolve; time for play was long gone. The third soul walked his path of days Through sun and wind and rain The clouds had cleared and his gaze travelled round Aligning his way over sodden ground As he came to a puddle that spanned his way He stopped to view how it captured his day Reflecting the treetops and blue of the sky He continued his journey with a smile and a sigh. copyright Kathie Bird, May 4, 2001 |