Poem for Pavement Walking
"Under the pavement the dirt is dreaming of grass." — Wendell Berry
My walk is paved
My walk is paved in many ways
Some I talk about some I don't
Of the latter here I'll tell not
Look and listen my pavement shows
Reds pinks and yellows of romance
Spent blossoms pave my favorite paths
Comes a thistle with bristling stalk
Be careful smell the good, nice red bloom
Rocks and stones scattered here and there
Even a petal in ones shoe
Causes much grief stop get it out
Kick or throw a stone up the path
Look for dull coins along the way
Half buried spend as good as mint
Six walks may buy a pint of grog
Help forget the potholes and bumps
Then there's foot deep errant water
Clear, cleanses sandals loosens glue
Puts muddy water in your shoe
Soggy mess makes the baby cry
Comes a crack in the pavement
Best of all will be a clover
It grows in the crack, a blessing
Pretty pink flowers every day
Kids trying to find it's four leaves
What all comes with our pavement
Can we make best of rocks and stones
Coins or potholes water shoe wash
Or a crack with four leaf clover
Just maybe
Wish for one
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- Poem and Photos Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizv at Weekly Scribbles, at https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2020/07/weekly-scribblings-26-pavement.html?m=1
Pictures were taken at one of the places Mrs Jim and I walk, the bottom was during a sidewalk stroll headed to downtown at Killarney, Ireland. (link to pink flowered)
Labels: Ireland, Jim's Does, Poem, Syllabic Form, Walk Pictures, Weekly Scribbling
posted by Jim @ 7/01/2020 01:04:00 AM
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