Father's Footprints Poem by elysabeth faslund
Father's Footprints
I follow one trail, another,
Ending sharply
In these woods.
Crunching last Fall's
Leaves under bare feet.
Blackberry stickers,
Thorned, ivy webs.
No passage. No trail.
Under woods-cool canopies...
Knowing I must turn
Back. Run through rain
Bending leaves, grasses.
Then, I must make the trail.
I wish to know the end
Of a path begun years ago...
To hear my Father speak to me.
This is very evocative. You find great images for that difficult search for a father's long-lost voice.
Wonderful descriptions in this write....baby steps backwards to find the path once on, to now get you to where you want to be....Really, really nice....marci. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 9:09:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The love of the child for the parent is limitless, beyond time and place and the search for understanding continues despite all the reasons why it shouldn't. This is an very moving expression of that love expressed with eloquence and in the spirit of the natural world. Beautiful poem. love, Allie xxxx