I
found no prints in the sand
Yet
I once walked these shores.
I
walked where no man has walked
And
none shall ever walk again.
My
steps were deep and wide
A
sense of pride they showed.
Still
I find, not one grain of sand
Over
turned as if I was never born.
Once
the suns warmth caressed me.
Now
mother earth wraps her arms
around
me in an embrace, as I
sleep
in her damp bosom forever.
8 comments:
I'm not a poet, unfortunately, but this moved me. I love the ending, the way mother earth embraces him in her damp bosom.
Denise:
So nice of you to drop bye.
Glad you like that line.
This week we trek in snow n mud! Hope you can walk a bit further...
Snaggle:
Sometime I'd like to see the hand writing on the wall
and just quit trying.
No I hae to keep treading through the mud.
Tread away, my friend. I'll be reflecting on this one for a bit.
Lynn:
Reflecting????
Thanks for dropping by.
I always liked that Crosby Stills n Nash song "The Cost of Freedom" with the awesome guitar solo. I want it played at my funeral- "... Mother Earth will swallow you / Lay your body down..."
The footprints may not be visible, but they are there alright. One has to look carefully, wait for the light to change, or look at the sand from a different angle that's all.
Hope all is well with you.
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