November 23, 2017Standing Guard
Long ago I tread a path
A misty woodland way
I had no company along the trek
So the trees could have their say
They spoke to me in silence
With movement seen not heard
And I replied in quiet kind
Walking without a word
The day ahead held demands
Devoid of mist and air
I could not whine or complain
Or do what trees don't dare
Beneath the ground unseen by all
Their roots do intertwine
Reminding me the path ahead
Leads home to all that's mine
Happy Thanksgiving!
KC Kendricks
www.kckendricks.com
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