Morning Constitutional by Leonard M HawkesAt fifteen we slept on the lawn,
Breakfasting on blackberries,
Potawatomies, near the tracks, and
Finally Mr. Larsen's peaches; walking
To the marsh to watch the sunrise.
Now at fifty, bed-rested, I
Stride the river trail: savoring
The sour of elderberries, sucking
The pulp of an occasional chokecherry,
And nibbling the tartness of rosehips--
Accompanied by the memory of you. 10/01/2011 Author's Note: Frog Hollow and Logan Canyon.
Posted on 10/01/2011 Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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