Last Day, Last
It's the last day Of our family outing Alone I sit with Dog and pen To re-collect this time spent passing With my loved ones Out in the open Breathing the air Of the American West Full of trees And smoke and dust Hot air, cool air Dry air, wet air We've made so many stops I can no longer compare. I'm bone-tired from 100 Miles walked So many things we've seen So many times we've talked All such inspiring scenes No aspirations mocked To find this life serene On happiness we've stocked The bare cupboards Of our souls And fill our empty holes With moments where we lived So that we'd have more to give Each other and our world Full of memories we clutch like pearls.