Along the Road: Day Twenty`One

Summer Wheat

Along the road
at eventide camp`fires
sprung up where travelers
stopped to rest for the night
and around the camp`fires
the pilgrims told tales
of fable and fact

Each had a story
of their own to relate
each had a lesson to learn
all agreed once the tale began
it wasn’t to be interrupted
til the story was done
around the fire

“How can we sing the Lord’s song
      in a foreign land?
   If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
      let my right hand wither!
   Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
      if I do not remember you,
      if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy.” ~ Psalm 137:4-6


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Along the Road: Day Twenty`One

  1. …and the story is still being told. Thanks Peter

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