Early morning walk, going back in time
Autumn’s breath creates thoughts, filling with rhyme
Trekking along canal’s ancient pathway
Thoughts caress past moments, plenty to say
Gentle breeze, sending leaves twirling on down
Mind arrives at different time and town
Dreaming . . .
More simple times, without high tech living
Days invite, delightful and forgiving
Riding bareback along this old canal
Looking for trees to climb with school-age pals
Fishing one final time, nearby pond waits
When icy winter comes, change to ice skates
Creepy, storm-filled nights, reading classic prose
Edgar Allen Poe’s words, scary shadows
Looking for literature’s lighter themes
Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville adding to dreams
Quiet evenings filled with family time
Gathered around for radio’s primetime
Crisp, fall afternoon, gridiron titans clash
College football rivals looking to smash
Romance blossoms, courtship takes center stage
Life filling with sweetness, each turning page
Back to reality . . .
Journey runs into closed gate at Rager Road
Turning around, grateful for time borrowed
Looking forward to walking here real soon
Fondest memories, let them sing a tune
Originally published October, 2020.
Big Sky Buckeye 
It’s interesting how many memories can be evoked by nature — especially familiar and oft-visited places. ‘What is,’ ‘what was,’ and ‘what will be’ get woven together in places your poetry captures well.
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Linda, I can totally relate to your thoughts. Nature is a welcome source for a great deal of my poetry.
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Your poem evoked my fond memories of walking with our grandchildren, around their neighborhood or in the woods around their houses. I learned a lot from walking with the young who see things with innocence and deep love as well as appreciation.
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Vickie, your own reflections are a blessing to read. Spending time with our grandchildren is one of God’s most treasured gifts.
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How time flies. Thanks for sharing your stroll through memory lane. You captured each season perfectly.
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Elaine, thanks so much for offering your own reflections. As the weather continues to warm up and stay a bit drier, I need to meet up with this towpath again.
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And to tie it all together–“…time borrowed…” Yes…
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Jacqui, I appreciate you adding your voice to this poem’s reflections. I need to walk that canal towpath soon.
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Love it
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Jim, thank you for sharing your enthusiasm for this poem. I’m looking forward to walking this canal towpath again.
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Aww
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You’re welcome
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Elaine, thank you for reading. I hope you are doing well.
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You’re welcome. Thanks I am well. Hoping you’re doing well also.
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