Happy Trails

[Mark A Becker]

Happy Trails

I dream of casual walks
along the Sugarland trail
with good old Jack
still leading the way.

I carried a walking stick
back then, to clear away
webs weaved across the path
overnight, and to prod

among underbrush, or test
the depth of the creek.
I lost my walking buddy
years back, but this stick

goes everywhere I go now,
and well-meaning people
offer unwanted assistance,
yet they cannot help me

dream of casual walks.
And I've come to realize
as I've slowed down, the years
somehow sped up.

[TranquillityBase]

Happy Trails

I dream of casual walks
along the Sugarland trail
with good old Jack
still leading the way.

I carried a walking stick
back then, to clear away
webs weaved across the path
overnight, and to prod

among underbrush, or test
the depth of the creek.
I lost my walking buddy
years back, but this stick

goes everywhere I go now,
and well-meaning people
offer unwanted assistance,
yet they cannot help me

dream of casual walks.                all I can say is "wow!"
And I've come to realize
as I've slowed down, the years
somehow sped up.

Hi Mark,

This is a very effective and affecting poem, and your voice in this one is pristine.  

Tim