I dread to tread Montgomery street
Broken are the soles of my moccasins
I dread the shrapnel and the shards of time
Now scattered upon my once beloved
Montgomery street
Lest they prick my feet
I dread the whirlwinds
Fraught with dust
Lest they encircle me with the halo of dust
I dread to tread Montgomery street
They will ask for a song
But broken are the strings to my guitar
I have not the temerity to strum loose the strings
I dread to tread Montgomery street
Their uncouth artists
Painted in their hearts and minds
Graffiti and identikits of my persona.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I dread to tread Montgomery street Broken are the soles of my moccasins I dread the shrapnel and the shards of time' exquisite lines
Thank you Terry, I'm humbled by your comments God bless!