Walking with Grandpa

April spring morning. bright crisp and clear

How can I stay in this house so drear!

Soup to be made for tomorrow's luncheon,

While i under  blue sky garden's compost a mulching,

Sun shining, earth fecund  and  beckoning

Miriads of flies humming sun serenades..

(It's spring in the bush, in the north, by a horse farm & I'm being positive!)

Mind tickling thoughts anxious for reckoning,

While husband and boys soak the rays and beckon the fish.

Last on the ice before it's just a wish

Walking on water, will all be  dream

As they wait for soon chirping frogs,

wet rushings, crisp sparkling joy

of swarming smelts into buckets and galoshes.

Helping the ancient ones on with their day.

as they themselves compost and stake

............................................and bake

..............................and walk and rake.

Pondering all the work they still do

Like clockwork as the seasons move.

Slightly slower but still faster than me..

How I do treasure their measure to be.

This brings to mind other springs past

In a flash of birthdays .. how have they gone so fast?

When many young generations go awalking with grandpa ..

In winter and fall, summer and spring

And on a today day bright crisp and clear buzzing with life..

Gloria Taliotis

And so I use one of Elena's Musings which I remember now!

Walking with Grandpa

Rolling eyeballs and wiley eyebrows,

Wriggling ears and twitching nose.

Chatting of life's brooding questions whilst shelling peas,

Walking with Jesus while collecting seed.

Sent to ponder big questions on walks through the bush,
Identifying trees though naked and without leaves.
Admiring the work of his hands, and how his hands look,
to tell how he's shaped me, would take a whole book.
Elena Taliotis Franklin