We walk the trails
and I hear the trees talk
creaking screeches
from beneath the bark.
Their sap song
celebrates spring.
We hear, wondering
what stories creaking sap sings
and wishing we grasped more meaning,
while thankful that at least
we sense their flowing feelings
about spring.
Stepping across the street
you are in danger.
Driving to the grocery store
is more dangerous than
flying across the country.
Why then,
does leaving the bonds of earth
and taking to sky or sea
seem like braving great
danger?
.
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I’m not afraid of flying, but I still hold my breath during those take off and landings! Off to another conference. This will be my 5th one this calendar year! I am learning about career education in BC.
Along the journey
friends beside
we listen
laugh
talk
cry
and
walk.
As paths diverge
and rejoin
we grieve the lost
or greet new found
companions on the trek.
At times, we find a plateau
spread before us
and some stand still
admiring the view
choosing to settle
in the pleasant spot
But others walk on,
climbing hills,
exploring unimagined places,
pausing to watch a while at each
before reaching
for their hiking pole
and striding on.
Some walk forever, and see the world
and some stand still.
Shawn L. Bird 