Would you walk with me a piece down the lane

Trees reach across the road sheltering childhood memories

And the creek runs its course to give relief to the long road ahead

The old stump has grown mushrooms, dead leaves mulch the soil where

Strange little dotted flowers peep between the fallen twigs and

Penetrate the spot where we must naturally stop and breathe in some air

Some slowed-down patient waiting time full of the glorious present

Where you touch my hand and squeeze me full of the love of being here

Not far from home, just a piece down the lane