Wednesday, February 20, 2013


I have cleared a path
Through thickets thwarted
At an overlying log, a
Trail in our woods that
Otherwise guided a child
Around and under one
Wonder to another --
To see, to ask the impossible
Of me, which I would
Answer, of course, incorrectly.
So much laughter and
After so much work
And play, a child tows
A wagon away.


  1. What a delightful image your poem brings to mind, and a huge smile to take with me today.
    ~ Thank-you