Thursday, May 4, 2017

poem of the day May 4


If your cleaning out the basement
and find a pile of bones
then search inside your mountain
for the meaning of a home
Perhaps it is a river 
that flows up the ridge
and lands in places man
can climb only with a bridge
Those ghost of old ancestors
that dot the long highway
leave fine advise for those
of us still traveling on this day

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