Grasswalker
Bowed not only from his eighty
some years
but with the care of other's burdens
and tears,
In a lush fertile garden he leans upon
his hoe...
Proudly surveying this land left by his
Fathers long ago...
Tilled and sown, row by row..
He watches as they slowly grow
A garden carefully tended for
neighbors and me
and all he cares for and thinks of as
family
With thought of neither time nor rest
by his care worn hands he gathers in
the harvest..
Delightful, succulent vegetables from
stalk, root and vine
grown in the warmth and glow of
summertime..
Spirit strong but body aged and weak
He's tired and hot as shade he seeks
He is a proud and honest man
Hisw heart holds great respect for the
land..
The mountains watch over him day
and night..
Guarding like sentinels of might
His Spirit walks through the grass with
ease..
Dreams of his youth revisited on a soft
breeze..
The cool softness of the grass...
brings memorries of the past...
He knows his life is fleeting fast
But he knows his Spirit over this land
will last..
He returns home to his wife of many
years..
They've known much toil and tears
But they too have known great
happiness and love..
Blessed by the Creator from above..
When it is time for the Grasswalker to
die
His is a heart that will not question
Why..
For his Spirit will forever be...
Living over this land free..
Barbara La Barbera
Used with permission
ThunderWolfLA@aol.com
May the Spirits always be with you!!
Thank you for walking this path with me!
MorningStar Joni
