The Long Walk
The long walk
by Nathan Stanford
Walking down the old dirt road, the one that I was walking on just awhile ago. The
mighty trees are shedding there leaves naked and shivering as cold as they can be.
The night air is getting thicker and the sun is losing it’s heat, It won’t be long now
and there will be white beneath our feet. As I walk around the corner up in the
branches of that walnut tree sat an owl with great big eyes and its head was
following me, walking a little faster knowing with any little peep it would take awhile
for my head to catch up to my feet. Seeing all the colors lying on the ground tells me
that it is safe here and its time to settle down. So I found a soft place not far off the
road , thinking what is in front of me that I was never told . Sometimes it gets scary
when you don’t know where tho put your feet but then you remember making it this
far and there is know word for defeat .So I will keep on marching and some day this
pain will end but always standing behind me will be a trusted friend . And as I tell
this story , I get up to my feet and then I keep on walking forward seeing the end of
the road and there are my children standing all in a row and there arm are all
stretched oh so wide please don’t tell a soul that you seen a grown man cry.
Written by Nathan Stanford
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