Written by: William Crocker

I walked with you For just one mile today. I felt the joy Of reaching out And the touching Of our hands. I heard a sweet song In every word you spoke, And clearly understood The message of your heart. When I walked with you I never saw the hills we climbed, Or felt the many rocks Beneath my tired feet. Your awesome burden Seemed so light When added unto mine. I only saw the flowers Reflected in your eyes And felt the velvet Of your touch While pleasure soon became The destination of my path . . . . Now . . . Our walk has ended; The empty path seems wide, The weeds, the dust, and rocks Crowd every step I take. . . . Until . . . I think of you And the mile we walked today.