Between the old
And majestic mountains,
There lay within the woods
Many a concern.
The wind howled and branches, stalwart trees
Alike, with the young,
Strained and broke.
Then came the season with nature’s gift of needs.
Some rationalization bloomed amongst the weeds.
Was it thus
For the old, the ancient, the grizzled ones
Who meandered here
And there, who stopped to inspect the stream
That flowed down
Between the time worn stones?
The water so clear?
Was it some ritual they’d done before?
The past stood before them, stood with brilliance, a display
That never had betrayed. How then could anything go astray?
Beneath the blue sky.
It rested on the mossy bank.
With eyes aglow, and some bowed heads,
Rounded backs bent, they drank
Guardedly, for time shared not what of tomorrow
It wanted. Perhaps time might choose
To anoint one with grief?
Before they leave, will they take a moment to go back in memory
To the place to where they were born? Who knows?
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