We’ll hike the path until its end
The primal feat of strolling the wood
Our kindred exchange is pure and good
Who will guide and who will show
We each know much but much to know
Birch from maple, fir from hemlock
Worlds discovered along our walk
Exploring fields to expand our horizon
Seeking the truth and where it lies in
In nature the world diverges from the real
Perhaps in here we can start to feel
The sun is racing our time is at hand
We must share the load to cross the land
Treasures we'll find along our way
To take and pass to others someday
The journey begins as a simple act
We join together and make this pact
Though the road is long and the peak is high
Let us promise now to attempt to try
- I wrote this poem for my Dad a few years back and decided to unearth it again in time for Fathers Day. I think the Father/Son relationship is sometimes complicated by what we've been taught about what it means to be a "man" - because it gets in the way of what it means to be "human"!
In any case, this poem was intended to break down some of those barriers.
I love you Dad!
