Written by: Ricky Brown

			My feet wonder down the path beneath me,
			My mind follows,I-myself,arrive later, 
			I come here every year ,each has been dear,
			Once again I stop to let my mind go,
			Beyond the farthest sound,quiet has overcome time,
			Suspended by a line -from the sky,frozen in motion,
			Only the sun's shadows inch slowly along,
			I close my eyes,I become as one with my surroundings,
			I know,not who I am,my self is no longer,
			Feeling a part of everything,feeling into the now.