The road followed the base of the steep hillside,
trapped there by the river and a park of city pride,
the footsteps walked along roadway and sidewalk,
as both young and old, converse and talked,
there are less
people now,
but every one walks the walk
that overlooks
the Columbia River, both life giver
and a taker,
people fish the river, above the plant, some
even float,
at a park named Binghy
in hip-waders with a tube dinghy
casting their lines with flies tied, methods successful true and tried.
I have walked that same place
on many, many school days,
I have since walked more steps
more miles...much much more,
but every time I walk there,
I am once again on my way to school,
some bullies took me for a fool,
yet
I am here,
I did not fear
them then,
nor do I fear
those when
I meet them these days,
bullies do not change but technology does,
for I recognize that, as the cowards way,
and all I have ever done is walk away.
Until it comes time to stand my ground.
©DWE072013
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
The road followed the base of the steep hillside,
trapped there by the river and a park of city pride,
the footsteps walked along roadway and sidewalk,
as both young and old, converse and talked,
there are less
people now,
but every one walks the walk
that overlooks
the Columbia River, both life giver
and a taker,
people fish the river, above the plant, some
even float,
at a park named Binghy
in hip-waders with a tube dinghy
casting their lines with flies tied, methods successful true and tried.
I have walked that same place
on many, many school days,
I have since walked more steps
more miles...much much more,
but every time I walk there,
I am once again on my way to school,
some bullies took me for a fool,
yet
I am here,
I did not fear
them then,
nor do I fear
those when
I meet them these days,
bullies do not change but technology does,
for I recognize that, as the cowards way,
and all I have ever done is walk away.
Until it comes time to stand my ground.
©DWE072013
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