Part I<\/p>\n
it was a sunny day
\nit was a rainy day
\nchicago to michigan
\nand up north
\nat once warmed
\nby a brilliant sun
\nthen
\nbombarded by a
\nsudden
\ntorrential downpour
\nin and out
\nof joy and promise
\nto gloom and melancholy<\/p>\n
the week began with
\nominous foreboding
\nmixed with
\nhope and happiness
\nand would continue thusly
\nseeking wellness checks
\nthose who\u2019d gone before
\nwho\u2019d helped to pave
\nour separate roads
\nwhich brought us
\nhere today
\nthey
\nhave accomplished much<\/p>\n
and now await
\nthe challenges of
\nolder age
\nof lonely solitude
\ninterspersed
\nwith love
\nwith genuine
\nappreciation
\nand the sun
\nand the rain
\nexist
\nin harmony<\/p>\n
Part II<\/p>\n
the crowds don\u2019t gather here
\nsave some event of rough
\noutdoorsmanship
\nthe way is clear
\nthe woods are silent
\nmotorized conveyances
\nhave a separate place to run
\nand thrill\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 –\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 not here
\namong the ferns that form
\nthe faux floor of this forest
\nmy forest
\nthis place of quiet
\nthis place of my youth<\/p>\n
a protected space
\nand down the banks to
\nrich and mucky earth of
\ngordon\u2019s creek
\naway from fixed
\nand stable trails
\nthe water pure and cold
\nit was
\nand is, my first love
\nsure, and most at home
\namong the trees
\nand me
\nand no one else<\/p>\n
Part III<\/p>\n
it was a rougher place
\nback then
\nprimordial to me
\nthe steps descending down
\nto iargo springs
\nhad always been there
\nbut now?
\na boardwalk maze
\nwill weave and thread
\nand intertwine the walk
\nthe logs across the mucky parts
\nare gone
\nare strewn about<\/p>\n
these lengths of tree trunks
\nnow useless and rotting
\nso, atop the highbanks
\na sign marks the time
\nprimeval exploration
\nceased
\nand it became forevermore
\npost-iargo springs boardwalk days
\nwe can\u2019t go back
\nthe age of guardianship is upon us
\nthe era of pragmatism\u00a0 –\u00a0 gone
\nthose were
\npre-iargo springs boardwalk days<\/p>\n
Part IV<\/p>\n
just seven days
\nof pilgrimage
\na sojourn
\nto our roots
\na tarriance
\nof sorts
\nwe saw our past
\nwe saw our future
\nwho we were
\nwho we are
\nthe lasting
\ntruest view
\nwhat we\u2019d become<\/p>\n
and on the seventh day
\ndrained
\nspent
\nsatisfied
\ntime to head home<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Part I it was a sunny day it was a rainy day chicago to michigan and up north at once warmed by a brilliant sun then bombarded by a sudden torrential downpour in and out of joy and promise to … Continue reading