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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Son Reaches For His Father's Hand</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Son Reaches For His Father's Hand </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As they walk, <br>A son reaches <br>for his father's hand, <br>barely able to brush his fingertips.<br>Only sometime later, <br>the father wraps his fingers<br>around his son's <br>fallen hand.<br> <br>The son looks into his father's eyes.<br>The father looks down, <br>a tear is heard<br>as it falls onto the clay soil.<br> <br>The son tries hard <br>to move his legs fast, <br>to follow each of his father's strides.<br>The father looks down, <br>finally he adjusts his gait.<br>His son relieved, <br>breathes normally once more, <br>as he gratefully finds his pace.<br> <br>At the woods' edge <br>the father chooses the path to the left.<br>Soon they are out of sight.<br> <br>They see tall trees, fallen trees, rocks, mushrooms, <br>one beaver, two fawns, <br>three ponds with frogs and the like.<br>The son feels both excited and at peace<br>as they start on one of the trails back.<br>But this time the son gets to choose, <br>left or right. <br> <br>During the entire walk<br>through serenity, <br>neither spoke.<br> <br>They came to the grassland, <br>no longer just father and son, <br>as they had begun. <br>They returned <br>forever<br>spliced into one.<br> <br>A simple walk in the woods, <br>by themselves in nature's blessed bosom, <br>can quitely re-compose <br>the fragmenting noises of daily life<br>into a largo of deepening love.<br> <br>A moment of simplicity <br>with one of our own, <br>can dissove life's duplicity-<br>denying the frenetic pursuit<br>of the transient.  <br>The sowing of seeds of love and loyalty, <br>in the most fragile, fertile of grounds, <br>creates children as Nature's true royalty.<br>It is their blessed spirits <br>which rest softly<br>on the breast of Mother Nature.<br> <br>The years elapse, the child<br>now a father, takes his daughter<br>for a walk in the woods.<br>Her age, about the same <br>as his back then.<br>He asks her which way she would <br>like to go.<br>She points to the right. <br> <br>Moments pass, <br>soon they are part of the woods.<br>The father reaches down, <br>embraces her tiny hand.<br>She squeezes, then sort of kneeds his.<br> <br>They see into each others' eyes.<br>She and he reach for each other.<br>He lifts her to his chest <br>as she wraps her arms <br>tightly around his neck.<br> <br>The sparrows, look down, <br>then turning skyward, sing smiling.<br>The surrounding peacefulness<br>whispers itself <br>into father and daughter, <br>each of them forever together, <br>with mitered hearts.<br> </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=543625" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mike August 04/12/2009</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mike+August">Mike August</a></strong></div>