Diana Rosser


The Walkway - Poem by Diana Rosser

The walkway through the high pines
wire meshed on either side
damp with fine constant rain
swings its way across a raging
gorge below.

Will you follow me over
sure footed in familiar
walking boots and blue kagoule
catching me when I stumble,
slip or fall.

Or shall I walk behind you,
as you step in steady time
blind to anything but you;
one hand clutching a close fold
like a child.

Always afraid of heights
but a lover of high places
I have climbed many mountains
with you my enduring scaffold
uplifting the way.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 15, 2012



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