Nancy L. Meek
Sometimes we need to get away
from all the maddening crowd,
the mental games that people play,
the righteous and the proud.
Sometimes we need more simple fare,
like silent setting suns,
or stars that lead our eyes up there
to where there are no guns.
Sometimes we seek a quiet place
that we can call our own.
Sometimes we’d simply like our race
to just leave us alone.
Sometimes we choose to venture back
to where we loved to trod.
Either way, we’ll walk the track
laid down for us by God.
Sometimes the rails feel cold and hard
and hurt our calloused feet
but other times, another yard
does not seem such a feat.
We’re fickle folk, who love our friends
but tire of them, too,
who walk against or with the winds
or stop to tie our shoe.
©Copyright October 9, 2008 by Nancy L. Meek