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)