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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required That Vow, To Yet Again Walk Forested Trails In forest deep, wondrous gems lay hidden yet lay he there, in great pain bedridden. Through his window he could see forest edge hopes he had, soon became a solemn pledge. Some day, some sweet day he would again walk visit that forested world, with Nature talk. Stroll among gnarled trees, roots firmly planted vow he made, to never be recanted. Each day he would wiggle that his big toe sure little by little feeling would grow. One year and he achieved use of both feet proud of all that work done under bed-sheet. Six months more, he could feel up to his knee he watched that forest cheer its helpful plea. Winter came and he could sit up in bed sadness gone, cobwebs were cleared from his head. Spring flew in and to kitchen he could stroll man was he happy, he was on a roll. June saw his first joyful step on outside his heart filling with rapture and deep pride. By Summer's end, he threw away his cane with determined voice swore that oath again. As gold leaves fell, date was set for his trek he vowed to never look back at his wreck. This time of year his car had struck a tree bed confined, he thought to never be free. That dawn came, into the forest he ran God gave blessed hope in his Nature plan. Walking in deep, gems everywhere he saw all about critter tracks with little paws. Overhead, songbirds fluttered all about sweet bird-songs came like water from a spout. Now in tune with life, forest vow complete he walked home, on those new dancing feet! R.J. Lindley November 25th, 1979 Note. This poem was written about the car wreck and later the amazing recovery my friend had, and the vow he made, after looking out that window and thinking of me out in the woods hunting as I once did so often. He being a Nature lover same as I and so very at home in the woods. We once hunted together and had great times, but life sent us down separate and far distant paths. Now I hear from friends that he is in a bad way and has not much more time left on this earth. Today, I searched old boxes in storage, until I found this old poem to present. Hope you may enjoy... Edited today only to make a uniform syllable count....
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