written for Millie
describes the dangers of the road ahead


Along the Winding Road

"Without wearing any mask we are conscious of, we have a special face for each friend" - Oliver Wendell Holmes

"Be courteous to all, but intimate with a few, and let those few be well tried before you give them your confidence. True friendship is a plant of slow growth, and must undergo and withstand the shocks of adversity before it is entitled to appellation" - George Washington

There is a golden path
With flowers on the side
And a pot of gold at the end,
But this prize is not material,
For money cannot buy happiness.

Off this path we may stray,
As the bends may be wide,
And the lights hidden
So we do not see the way.
But we will get back on the track.

There will be an arm that will stretch
And grasp our hand firmly,
To power us along and
pull us out of the bushes
Into the clearing ahead.

Though there are speed humps
To slow our progress,
Prevent the vehicle from becoming airborne
And the wheels from spinning off.
Grounded is a better state.

Roads lead to places where
We stay for a while,
Build foundations and
Jump ship again,
Walking down the street anew

Eventually the bitumen will end
Abruptly, with no warning,
And we will be forced to disembark.
At this stage our roots will be dug
And we will be forced to remember

All those people who have made us
Who we are
And shaped our lives with joy.
Give and you shall receive
Love and you shall be loved.

Our journey, though in a fixed position
Will continue til the end,
As we chop and change and grow
Around the core we have constructed,
Forever searching still.

Wherever your journey takes you,
Remember those in the shadows,
Who wish for you the stars
And would pull down the moon
To illuminate your world

Tis the pebbles that maketh the path.




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-15 at 02:44

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