Kev's Musings and Shared Journal

Sweet Liberty

We took the Old Highway
Through the working ghost town,
On the way to the Garden of the Gods
And watched the storms
Come in from the west
To which we were travelling.

We passed through Old Laredo,
Old Egypt, sleepy little town,
And passed the funeral home
Where Aunt Fanny was shown,
When after, a double rainbow
Filled the sky and our minds with wonder.

In the Gods' Garden, the rain broke
Just long enough to eat our lunch
And walk beneath the Old Oaks,
Planted on the Ancient Sea Bed,
Their arms outstretched to give us rest
Beneath the threatening sky.

We walked the New Path,
Carved through the Old Mud,
And we climbed the bluffs that overlooked
The Sea of bluff-ringed Oaks and Maples,
Walking in the Rain, the Wind,
The Thunder, the Lightning.

And we almost turned back,
To reach our Happy Home,
Stayed in the cool dry air-conditioning
And spent the day reading
And whiling away our Hours,
Beneath a Day-Mooned Sky.

But we didn't.