The High Low Road
Breaking of dawn,
Sun creeping in the sky.
Leaves crunch under foot,
Birds take flight, he doesn’t know why.
He walks down the road,
Steps to the beat.
Freedom calling him on,
Past the fields of wheat.
His steps are quick,
They’re meaningful and light.
All day he travelled,
Right until the fall of night.
Days wore into weeks,
The weeks melted to more.
Each and every day he walked,
Walked when his legs were sore.
First he went north,
Then he went south.
He roamed the world over,
The fresh air filled his mouth.
Many folk he passed,
Many folk passed him.
One more time the sun comes up,
One more time the day went dim.
Through all his travels,
All the lands he went to roam.
He learned more from life,
More than he could from home.
Lessons to be learned from life,
Lessons to be learned from inside.
Step quickly and lightly along your way,
Never try to hide.
20 000 miles from place to next,
Sun still rose in the east.
20 000 miles from next to home,
20 000 miles from the west to east.
This poem is copyright © to Mike
Davidson 1998