Eager feet travel the same
path that one’s weary heart trudges upon…
when the weight of the world has
drug down like a rock….
or an anchor…
or a millstone…
til the time when
delight is simply…
to feel the green grass…
or gentle cobbles…
that live in the happy part…
of a soul’s mind…
anyone’s mind really..
when they are finally..
coming..
home…
——–
David L. Whitman 11/02/12 finally home….
Thoughts from the Outdoors 
Love it!!
! Thank you so much
does it signify hopefulness or a temporary respite in despair? a very beautiful photo, btw..
I think its temporary respite but still a gOod respite. I’m so glad you always see inside these things!
What a fine saturday morning to read such a beautiful poem….
You sir have made my morning with this.:)
Yes…this was rather contented piece….thank you, Charlie
You’re welcome. 🙂