
I shall follow the directions
I have been given.
The wind appears to be whispering
Some sweet bygone melody
As it strikes the nearby bushes.
Its direction is against me now.
I’m reminded of the
Story of Jacob’s Ladder,
Which I learned about
From the good
Brothers and Sisters
At St. Gabriel’s.
I make this
Same trip daily
Fair weather or foul.
Often I doff me hat
To passers by.
It’s me ordinary grind
And I’m getting good at it.
Lovely poem.
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