My Travels Bring Me To You.
I meet people along the wayFortunate to stop and talk
And listen to the things they say
I have been taught
I have been about love
About romance, and monkeys, and medicine
I have been taught about giving of myself
Pulling the deepest part of me
From the darkest caverns of my soul
I have been on journeys
With grandpas and fathers of brides
With lovers who meet only twice a year
Meet travelers along this path
Who bring us to one place ... here
The lonely and the brave
Certain of nothing but the moment
Then, find my other friends
Who have given of themselves
For the betterment of ourselves
The ones who stand in rain
And hold messages up
So all can see the world
A world that brings happiness
Perhaps, some bitterness and pain
Been blessed to meet
The forests of mystical creatures,
sprites, imps, gods, and goddesses
Some troglodytes
In their individual spheres
I am a traveler, I reach out
And open doors in my path
Doors that lead me here
Wealth of friends that go by different names
So many that have been with me
As I travel in this life-sharing train
Each car is full of differences, diversity
And ethnic musings of delight
Glad, I am, that I have a ticket that lets me ride
The rides throughout the days and nights
What would I be without each of you?
You are something specially deep within my sight
I would be just a traveler with an empty sack
Nothing to add and nothing to take back
But, oh, the joy of having it filled,
With so much cancer on the ground
That's just the way I want it because now
I hand each piece out along the way
Giving what I found
To others in need
I can be Johnny Appleseed
Sowing words of kindness with my love
The words that have been given
By each of you
I will plant them, water them
Tend them, you will see
A garden of lovely flowers in bloom
Along the path that I am traveling
Pieces of each
Have fertilized the ground
Grow rainbows that sprout from earth
Reach high up to the sky
And melt upon the world
With colors and sparkles and kisses
From all the words you give
You take me places I have never been
To cafes, by-ways, park benches
Wharfs, bedrooms, backrooms
With your treasure trove
Imagine just the joy of having you
The nation of the world of poets.
kathy
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 04:31
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