Beside a Grove and Standing Down a Dale
The widowed vet, his vigil kept apace,
His life gradatim grinds its measured steps,
Towards that rest where smiling lies his love,
Beside a grove and standing down a dale.
His daughters fret so far away and pine,
His sons grim-lipped giv’n tret for wasted miles,
As measured steps descend a-down the path,
Towards that grove a-standing down that dale.
The maidens coo and fuss to ease his steps,
The sawbones scribble, rearrange effects,
While he continues down, a-down His path,
To rise, be raised with her, be raised by Him.
© Ronald L Dunn (13 August 2021)