Reflections While Walking Down a Country Road (standard:poetry, 368 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Mar 25 2002	Views/Reads: 3594/2394	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
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knowing what the end would bring? 

We saw the graves at Fairview when we were young 

but never gave much thought 

someday ours would be the ones walked upon. 

Over there I threw a stone in that reedy pond. 

A melody was singing in that tree. 

It lies there on the bottom still, 

both will be forgotten when I am gone. 

Soon a rain will wash 

the autumn leaves; 

fresh grass will grow 

for cows to munch upon; 

birds will dart among the trees 

and blue skies filled with clouds will cover me; 

and nights will lend my empty ears 

the crickets' song. 

I should not have lived so long. 

When one is young and eager, 

bursting with the thrill of life, 

that is when the scything should be done. 

The harvest comes too late that waits for withering. 

Never should one be called to see gray skies 

and hear the caw of crows angling by; 

nor stop to reflect 

on the sway-backed barn 

that his father helped 

his father build when he was young. 

 


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