.
.
Come now.
Come and go with me.
Together we’ll walk
round the red Maple trees.
.
Down past the block,
we’ll walk and we’ll talk –
Old Henry with you,
and me will be three.
.
We can make believe
as we used to be –
three old amigos,
back when we were three.
.
Oh! those sights and the sounds,
just the way that they were
when we made our rounds,
when our souls would bestir.
.
So come now. Please come.
Take a walk with me.
And we will pretend
like it used to be.
.
We’ll stop on our journey,
Periodically;
where you’ll smell the same flowers,
occasionally.
A rabbit, a squirrel,
or a cat, you may see.
What brave little souls
on your leashes with me.
.
Robust, bravado,
when we three would be
on our own little journey –
our own odyssey.
.
So, come now. Come!
Come walk with me.
Where we will pretend
that it’s still just us three.
.
And Henry, now off-leash,
from both you and me,
dancing and prancing,
so merrily free.
.
Let us pretend
as when we were three –
Old Henry with you,
and me would be three.
.
.
.
©Marvin Loyd Welborn, 2012.
This was really simple and deep. I liked it lots. 🙂