Bio Note: I’m a retired school teacher and a mountaineer. Words humble me nearly as much as mountains do, so I’m not a prolific poet. It’s a joy when I discover a good way to say something. I’m especially proud of Dawn Drums, my Civil War novel.
Trees’ long dreams Ripple toward sunshine As summer children Chirp and hop— Pert squirrels Chattering joy, Scattering joy, Down the path To Grant’s tree. Bearded like him But ancient when he Was a babe, Its thoughts linger— Like his— Upon shadows Deep-drifted And upon snow, Healing snow.
Previously published by Your Daily Poem, August, 2019
©2020 Robert Walton
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