Along the River Path

The sound of laughter pierced my loneliness,

A small boy's treble and a man's notes gay

As the meadow lark's clear fluting. Effortless

Along the river path they came my way,

The boy light-touching flowers as he skipped

Beside his Dad--Wild flowers God had sown.

The tall man stooped to kiss the face uptipped

And gently said, "My little son, my own!"

And suddenly I was a child again

Striding beside my father with my hand

Love-clasped in his. We were two "farmer men"

Exploring all the wonders of our land.

What tender memories to hold of one

Who carved the timeless footprints for his son!