Let's Stop Here For Lunch Poem by William L Roberts

'Let's stop here for lunch.'
'Dad, there'll be a view
Just a little bit further.'
What he said was quite true.
We stood in a dip in the ridge,
A boggy pool lay cupped before us.
The path hopped some rocks
Then led 'round a boulder
And up to a high point.

'The air's so clear I can see forever! '
I heard him shout. We'd split,
He stood on the little summit,
I sat on a rock.
As I ate I looked at the moss,
The white alpine flowers,
The shallow clear water,
The rocks that nestled the hollow.
Clouds floated both above
And, in reflection, below my head.

Just before standing I watched an ant
All but invisible under a crumb.
I imagined how the world must look to her,
Toiling across a featureless expanse.

A moment later I stood by my son
This was about the last time we'd spend together
Before he left home.
I looked out across the valley.
You could see green hills and roads, a town,
A Walmart, and way in the distance,
Across Vermont, the distant Adirondacks.

His view was indeed fine,
Still, that day, I preferred mine.