I gather up my jacket
Today I'm on my own
It's time to take a walk around
The place that I call home
The trees cast cooling shadows
I stop to linger on the path
I notice window boxes full
Of geraniums that last
I feel the past around me
Those souls who once walked here
Their stories and their very dreams
Seem close and very clear
My footsteps join the others
And oneday I will find
Mine are echoing beyond this place
We measure out in time
Right now I soak the sun's bright rays
And I skip instead of walk
I know I'm feeling history
If only walls could talk!
Karen Shaw Matteson
©2002
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One cannot be creative without being out there and alone;
the extent of the aloneness depends on the extent of the creativity.
The more creative the act, the more completely alone one is.
~Charles F. Wetherall
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