The Worn RoadA Poem by Donald Meikle
Some walk the road up hill
Some pay others to carry them Some sit by the wayside listening to travelers' tales Dreaming of sliding down hillside sunlight Some walk backward in their yesterdays And then there are the dancing fools Laughing in their bring it on euphoria The running ever running dedicated to see all Can't wait to let the tea steep pass by with not even a wave Then come the booth builders Trained by the toll collectors And always come the free Walking through the parting crowd Smiling Spinning smoked glass mirrors For the occasional eclipse Or maybe Just for needed laughter © 2009 Donald MeikleReviews
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Added on April 13, 2009AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more.. |

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