I am the footsteps
I am the skinned knees
the broken pride
the war torn combatant
the put upon foe


I am the footsteps

I am the footsteps
forged by my ancestors.
I am he,
who has caught the baton and carried on.

I am the breath of my kind
I breathe a thousand smells of the past
The present
In anticipation of the future and of what will become of it.
And me, and thee.

Running
walking
like the pony riders of old
to maximize this distance traveled
Paced through humility, and well worn eyes
of this the life
I have been given.

I am the footsteps
I am the skinned knees
the broken pride
the war torn combatant
the put upon foe

I am the footsteps
that those who come after will follow
I must travel well
I must not falter any longer

For when my repose is come
I shall be seen for how I stood
I shall be seen for how I walked
this path of life,
Yes, I am the footsteps
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Poetry by W. Burkholder
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 16:28

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