A Long Walk in the Woods

I am walking in the woods alone
Passing over the ancient ground
My course is toward the bottom
The depths more than I can fathom
Landscape rougher, very stark
Travel tougher, getting dark
This is nothing that I abhor
I’ve walked this route before
Steps are going slower now
Time is moving faster somehow
There are some more hills to climb
Before I reach that point in time
When times stands stock still
That’s the bottom of the hill
Journey lasting hours or years
Passing through joy and fear
Ramble through the love and strife
The trip is what we call our life

Author: Walter Birdwell

Born in Missouri in 1942, Walter Birdwell graduated from the University of Missouri in 1964 with a BA in creative writing. Immediately enlisted in the US army to avoid the draft and was in the US army from 1964 to 1967. Married Yolanda Garza a month after discharge from the Army and have been married forty-five years. Walter is a progressive political activist and has been for about fifty years and a follower of Pagan religious tradition for about twenty years. Have previously published newspaper articles in The Southern Patriot and the New York City Guardian newspapers (both defunct progressive newspapers) in the 1970s and have recently published articles in The Missouri Chigger, an Ozark area magazine, and the Brownsville Herald. Enjoys writing, sculpture, hunting, fishing, hiking, birdwatching, reading, traveling, and all outdoor activities.


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