She Treads the Trodden Path

SHE TREADS THE TRODDEN PATH Laden arms with gardening tools; and, sweet-scented flowers She wanders into the kirkyard; and, treads the trodden path Noticing the subtle differences given with the different hours As glistening cob-webs in the early morning dew, they are cast The ground bird hunting for its so hungry meal, the earth scours Afternoon flowers sagging; under the suns, hot burning wrath Only to perk up again after the so refreshing light rain showers She treads the trodden path The tall trees overlapping; seem to hold her within their embrace To her whispering sweet nothings; into her forever listening ears It is as if in their sweeping branches; her emotions, they encase Further down the trodden path, she walks eyes, welled with tears Empowering her in a sense of security, humanity and with grace They have watched her come to this Kirkyard, all over the years To tend her loved ones grave and upon it flowers, she would place She treads the trodden path Has it not been 10 long years or more, soon to join him she is sure This grave she has kept nurtured with all her love and all her plight Death to her emptiness and loneliness will soon to be her only cure Then together again they will be reunited as their God fulfilled right A grave to be attended by your children; you both went on to spoor They tread the trodden path to their parents’ grave whenever it’s light Noticing the subtle differences of this Kirkyard, so beautiful and pure They tread the trodden path Indiana Shaw . . . -_-