Saturday, April 12, 2014


One step after another,
I'll scale this mountain high,
Two eyes to greet and gather
What my heart may never pry
Three wishes to carry me thither
When feet and limbs are tied
Four seasons and merry weather
In this blessed life to bide
Five friends to kindle or smother
And hearts and minds that rhyme
Six strings to strum and tether
The beautiful and sublime
Seven days to carry me nether
For unknown tomorrows to prime
To grow and then to wither
In the fires of unending time