SHE TREADS THE TRODDEN PATH . . .

SHE TREADS THE TRODDEN PATH

Laden arms with gardening tools and sweet scented flowers

She wanders into the kirkyard and treads the trodden path

Noticing the subtle differences given with the different hours

Glistening cob-webs in the early morning dew they are cast

The ground bird hunting for its so hungry meal the earth scours

Afternoon flowers sagging under the suns hot burning wrath

Only to perk up again after the so refreshing light rain showers

She Treads The Trodden Path

The tall trees over lapping seem to hold her with their embrace

To her whispering sweet nothings into her forever listening ears

It is as if in their sweeping branches her emotions they encase

Further down the trodden path she walks eyes welled with tears

Empowering her in a sense of security, humanity and with grace

Often they have watched her come to this Kirkyard over the years

To tend her loved ones grave and upon it flowers she would place

She Treads The Trodden Path

Has it not been 10 long years or more - soon to join him she is sure

This grave she has kept nurtured with all her love and all her plight

Death to her emptiness and loneliness will soon to be her only cure

Then together again they will be reunited as their "God" fulfilled right

A grave then to be attended by the children you both went on to spoor

They tread the trodden path morning, afternoon or in early dusk light

Noticing the subtle differences of this Kirkyard so beautiful and pure

She Treads The Trodden Path

Indiana Shaw . . . (*-* )