Once there was a time...
     Now I'm a different man.
I wasn't one to imagine
     The challenge of the choices
Between lanes of long
     And short blade grass.
Not all is by decree,
     So spears of grass
Sprang vigorously back
     Beneath my chosen track.

Seasons change,
     No two the same;
We scattered suns,
     Secreted some...
The elements clear of blame.
     I'm still that former man.

My ground's been rocked,
     But I'm blessed
More than I've been ******.
     So says this travelling man.