Wade the Shallows

Wade the Shallows Wade the shallows, swim not the deep, loss of time makes the old man weep. Imagine castles, thundered in glory prime fleeing shadows racing about in time! Comfort of the known sees the dream, whistles the kettle in heated steam. A vow, a promising oath made in sin darkened shadows await in the heart of men! Cleave to the willows along the bank, sand on the beach, rocks to thank Look back at a wild path solemnly made rejoice in the hand so well played! Walk a path that gives solace and high spirit. Ring that bell, do not worry if failing to hear it! Robert J. Lindley, 07-20-2014