Bob and Bill
I aimed to walk the yellow wood
To stand the place where Robert stood
I searched the path, explored the glade
To find a rhyme, perhaps mislaid
Clouds were thick, a chilly scene
The path was dark, yet quite serene
It whispered to me like a child
My spirit light, my thoughts beguiled
So off I went, without a care
To seek a treasure hidden there
I yearned to stand amid the leaves
To see the beauty Robert sees
While wandering lonely as a cloud
I stopped to view a distant crowd
William spoke of such sight
A carpet rolling, bold and bright
Beyond the path and valley floor
A yellow scarf came to the fore
Much surprised, my eyes to see
Daffodils waving back at me
Bob and Bill, geez what a pair
They give me hope, when I despair
Their words invoke a blissful calm
A gentle salve, a soothing balm
My songs inept, my cadence flawed
Their words forever give me pause
My heart grows light when I pretend
To walk the paths, where they have been
Copyright © Leria Hawkins | Year Posted 2019
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