The Walk

The walk

From farm to outside world

Sun warm

Dust rising from my boots

This daily venture

With blue sky

Gentle breeze

Birds busy near the pond

And me

Slowly

Leaving the world of simple labor

To get a greeting

From my city home

I’ve not been back for 40 years

Yet that walk with sight and sound

Lies secure in my heart

Now I leave the city

To walk back

To those sweet

Simple

Days of labor

In the sun

And the faces from the past

All long gone

Greet me

And pour into my heart

The memories full of love

© Thomas Bergum 2017