Life's Journey Poem by Murphy Payne

As that lucky old sun shows his face at dawn
And erases the morning dew from the pastures and beyond
The busy worker bees are busy kissing their blossoms not for fun
But to feed their family and propagate life’s journey

Tiny shoots on trees poke out through limber limbs
That survived the winter winds and little furry creatures crawling on them
And as hard working farmers prepare their tractors’ morning run
Not for fun but to feed the world and propagate life’s journey

When one looks down at the ground and sees
Caissons of ants marching away from a newly made mound
Drill sergeants all over the world, would be so proud
If their columns of men were dedicated to propagate life’s journey

You see playful boys and girls happily off to school
Leaving behind at home those heavy bulky threads
Jumping, jousting, talking and running freely to class
Mostly for education, fun and propagating life’s journey

Some may say all these things are just harbingers of spring
And that may very well be so, however
If mankind is to survive, we must be true to future generations
And propagate life’s journey as we go