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Completing the Circle
Completing the Circle
Along the ridge, we followed the trail
That led through confederate earthworks
Deep into forest quiet
Descended the hill
To cross the pathless creek
Where rushes were thick
To be parted to make way
For intrepid lovers
Until we follow the rise
On our pilgrimage
To the museum water fountain
Where wife excitedly imparts our adventure
To smiling young ranger
Who admonishes not to go off-trail again
But that we had a good time and that is good
Wife brushes dirt off her pants
The loam of yesteryear
Along the ridge, we followed the trail
That led through confederate earthworks
Deep into forest quiet
Descended the hill
To cross the pathless creek
Where rushes were thick
To be parted to make way
For intrepid lovers
Until we follow the rise
On our pilgrimage
To the museum water fountain
Where wife excitedly imparts our adventure
To smiling young ranger
Who admonishes not to go off-trail again
But that we had a good time and that is good
Wife brushes dirt off her pants
The loam of yesteryear
Published 21st Mar 2021
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27th Mar 2021 2:15am
This reminded me of some childhood adventures. My grandmother had a 20 ft deep river at the end of her yard and on the other side of that a big sugar cane field, then trees and a lot of wild looking land.
27th Mar 2021 2:24am
I love your description of your grandmother's yard. My grandparents had a house on a bayou with soybean fields across the water. You have gladdened my heart to know that my poem took you back to your childhood adventures. That wild-looking land must have invited you to explore. I kept doing that as an adult with my wife. Thank you for blessing my evening with your wonderful comment.
John
John
