My Old Dreams by the Ancient Road
Jan 17, 2011
Some gnarled old tree That stands at the side of an ancient road Seems to speak my life with its branches, Holding me and my dreams in its twisted, strong arms Each withered knot A fantasy unrealized Its peeling bark, My hopes unraveling. Its largest branch Undressed by leaves, and barren, Points down the ancient road, And urges me to travel Past this tree that knows my history. And as the road unfolds And leaves the dusty memories behind I see green meadows spreading Out beyond the ending of the road A pasture of new possibilities, A grove of young and as yet unmarked trees Where I may wander And again create my hopes and dreams anew So they may bloom beyond the gnarled tree That held my old dreams by the ancient road.
Katherine Mayfield is the author of "Smart Actors, Foolish Choices" and "Acting A to Z". She blogs on Dysfunctional Families, Life After Caregiving, and Spirituality on her website, www.katherine-mayfield.com.
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