YESTERDAY’S PICTUREBOOK

I love to go off wandering
Along a country lane,
Where chicory blooms and bluebirds sing,
When summer comes again.

Around each bend new scenes unfold
In Nature’s picture book:
A covered bridge from days of old
Still spans a babbling brook;

A weathered barn with its farm house
Now capture center stage,
A meadow where brown cattle browse
Completes another page.

Adventure calls and I am led---
For wander on I must---
An Amish lad, straw hat on head,
Walks barefoot in the dust.

Years melt away to yesterday,
The book comes to a close
But I can feel, along my way,
The dust between his toes.

-- Helen Ewoldsen -- 2002