She is walking down the long country road
All alone in the winters cold..
Just a forgotten child
no place to go.
She is like an extra piece to a puzzle
that never could belong..
So she will take this road to no where..
She will walk this life alone..
Sometimes cars and trucks speed by her..
Rushing icy wind through her soul..
But they never take notice..
They care not where she goes..
So she continues to walk this road alone..
She is still yet a child..
The darkness scares her so..
She wishes she had someone..
Who would love her like their own..
She dreams.. in the darkness..
Perhaps at the end of this road..
There could be others just like her..
With no place left to go..
... the walkers of the lonely
.. the lonely dark roads.
Our victory over the past is not surviving it, but overcoming it. That you have done, and done it well.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2003
You always write from the heart and you write with experience of so many things that happened to haunt you in later years. But you know now that others care for you. Bill
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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