Words From A Travelling Man Poem by Francie Lynch

Once there was a time...
Now I'm a different man.
I wasn't one to imagine
The challenge of the choices
Between lanes of long
And short blade grass.
Not all is by decree,
So spears of grass
Sprang vigorously back
Beneath my chosen track.

Seasons change,
No two the same;
We scattered suns,
Secreted some...
I'm still that former man.

My ground's been rocked,
But I'm blessed
More than I've been damned.
So says this travelling man.