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Step by step, I walk this path
In the brisk wind of September
The autumn leaves fall from the trees
To this day my eyes remember
In another life, I walked this trail
With my Grandpop, hand in hand
My head barely cleared the grass
As we walked this barren land
We marched at least a thousand miles
On that crisp morning in spring
The dew dripped from the leaves of grass
As the birds began to sing
I tugged his arm and said, "Look!"
"Look that bird, it hums!"
Now I know those hummingbirds
But I did not when I was young
My Grandpop paused and said "we're here"
As a smile consumed his face
For me, even the present
Is not as vivid as this place
I remember it like yesterday
This vibrant, childish dream
I looked into his soft blue eyes
As knelt beside the stream
He reached his hand into his pack
And revealed a tender tree
Accompanied by a yellow spade
He gave the pair to me
Years later I walk, searching
For this long forgotten place
Where we planted a seed of hope
That shaped the wrinkles on my face
An omen soars just past my ear
And up the final ridge
The hum connects the past and present
A buzz, a bird, a bridge
I expect to find a single tree
But my tree is not alone
A forest hugs the riverbed
Oh how the trees have grown
The effects of my grandpas Alzheimers just recently became severe. I wrote this looking back to the past and also to the future. I'm twenty but i'm writing about the two extremes of my life. Opinions are appreciated.
In the brisk wind of September
The autumn leaves fall from the trees
To this day my eyes remember
In another life, I walked this trail
With my Grandpop, hand in hand
My head barely cleared the grass
As we walked this barren land
We marched at least a thousand miles
On that crisp morning in spring
The dew dripped from the leaves of grass
As the birds began to sing
I tugged his arm and said, "Look!"
"Look that bird, it hums!"
Now I know those hummingbirds
But I did not when I was young
My Grandpop paused and said "we're here"
As a smile consumed his face
For me, even the present
Is not as vivid as this place
I remember it like yesterday
This vibrant, childish dream
I looked into his soft blue eyes
As knelt beside the stream
He reached his hand into his pack
And revealed a tender tree
Accompanied by a yellow spade
He gave the pair to me
Years later I walk, searching
For this long forgotten place
Where we planted a seed of hope
That shaped the wrinkles on my face
An omen soars just past my ear
And up the final ridge
The hum connects the past and present
A buzz, a bird, a bridge
I expect to find a single tree
But my tree is not alone
A forest hugs the riverbed
Oh how the trees have grown
The effects of my grandpas Alzheimers just recently became severe. I wrote this looking back to the past and also to the future. I'm twenty but i'm writing about the two extremes of my life. Opinions are appreciated.