wandering
When dusty shoes once trekked down mountain paths,
As he walked side by side with family—
Preserved in words and pictures: this he hath.
Aloft, just like the towering champion of Gath,
The trees around provide a canopy,
When dusty shoes once trekked down mountain paths.
The storm clouds threaten to unleash their wrath.
But some stray further irrationally.
Preserved in words and pictures: this he hath.
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The leaves and ants are crushed in aftermath
And yet why dwell on such inanities,
When dusty shoes once trekked down mountain paths?
On forest floor: dead limbs like snakes or snaths
And on the far horizon: fantasies—
Preserved in words and pictures: this he hath.
Now back to cabin and protective lath,
Remembering this time so happily—
When dusty shoes once trekked down mountain paths.
Preserved in words and pictures: this he hath.
Check out my YouTube channel! I posted a new video on Tuesday. With the Durango Mountains as my backdrop, I recorded a full version of Avi Kaplan's Standing By. Take a listen here!
Beautiful poem, Caleb!
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