Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Journey Of Miles
The first mile of the journey slid,
But when I did walk in my own place
I took my seat and never desired it.
I thanked the air and it did not trouble me,
I liked wild-flowers with more agreeable company.
Because others did not care,
The flowers were one or two,
My comrades did not speak,
I slackened my pace as I trod further in.
There was a time when life tolerable,
But a great deal of friendship occurred for now.
The second mile of my journey was exact