Spring Walk

Spring Walk

 

Walking up the red brick

Of a monday morning

Listening to the birds

Smelling the fresh cut grass

 

Old town

So beautiful in the glimmering Day break

As the light of day

Lights up the morning

Waking the song of the day

In the morning

From the chirping

Of the young

With wing for the horizon

Of Tomorrow

 

As the birds feed

Feed their young

With the early catch

They grow so fast

They leave the nest

As quickly as the are hatched

To stretch their wings

Of knowledge

That you have fostered

That you have taught

Then the rise

Like the sun

In the morning breeze

To catch the wind

To glide into the horizon

Into the light of the future

 

As they become grown up

Have their children in their season

Season of their Spring

And they too

Will watch their young hatch

And learn

and fly away

 

As I walk the red brick

In Old town Alexandria

I have watched many sunrises

And know that I have seen

Many of my students grow

And fly away from the nest

Maybe one day I will see

See my own Fly away

 

As I look at the sun

I shed a tear

In the morning light

To walk in the breeze

In the season of Spring

 

Spring Walk