A Mental Walk

(February 22, 1979)

From my comfortable chair I took 

    a mental walk today.

I walked a lonely snow packed road,

    a road of my youth. 

As I crossed the bridge I stopped

    to stare at the frozen water below.

Why had I walked the road when

    crossing the frozen river was shorter?

I ponder this point and then recalled.

    I was afraid of crossing the ice.

Continuing on I arrived at the top of

    the hill I sought.

There is a small graveyard there, and it 

    is always so peaceful.

Looking down the hill, I can recall the

    fun of my youth.

Oh! to be young again when winter

    was just fun.