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Come Walk With Me This Mile.. I Beg You

Poetry By: donkylemore
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Some thoughts of my fathers friend in his ninety second year.
We spent the afternoon chatting of happy days , now long gone when he shared with my late father and me our shooting , fishing , rambling days together.
He fished with me last summer , and when we docked he blessed and bade goodbye to a little mountain lake where we shared a joy that seemed immense and so endless .
Then he asked me to remember him when I casted flies again down over our old drifts.
He is too wise to pay any heed to my gentle beguile that we'd do it all again this year..
He is much more feeble now , and each week brings a reminder that his body is slowly closing down and knows he wont make it out this year.
He asked only that we walk again once more together .
And maybe next time I'd remember him when the flowers bloom again and the trout rise to new mayfly hatches .
His mind is still astute ; too astute to believe he will go this road again ..
His life experience is vast and rich .But he sees the other side of the brooding Connemara mountains ..
And yer he fears the next turn on that once happy winding road.. and now inevitably going those last few steps alone


Submitted:Mar 21, 2010    Reads: 74    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Come walk some distance with me ;
Come share the footprint of my shoes
For I've been with way before and
While I may not come this way again,
I see much more perils than your tender years can know


I see more twists and turns than you ;
For that is the weight of knowledge
I see more hazards than you
For my compass of many hoarded memories
Serve me little now , but may yet guide you



Come with me on this sojourn
For I've walked this route before you.
That is my burdon ; but it my be your liberation
For all my many scattered maps
May prepare us both as we go .

Come be with me for I tremble before the jagged turn
Before the unexpected edge ;
The hidden wintered side of the hill
For all my unshared wisdom is worthless here
As I , alone must leap into that bleak void ,
And the vast unknown




I'll take your hand if you'll hold it ,
But I also really need your help,
Where cliff edge drops so precipitously
And the hidden dark terrifies me
Like a child before the coming night





Come walk some distance with me
And let us for one single mile
Leave not two foot prints but the one .
Leave behind the rancour , taunt and idle pomp
Leave only the guiding map of a calm serenity







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