It's our home

I walked the road to Fleta's tonight and these words ran through my mind..

It feels so good to walk the roads

 once walked before I was old.

When I could run barefoot on the rocks

Without pain or anything

I’m slower now but I enjoy

The road I walked years ago

My shoes must be certain ones

to walk the roads I used to run

My knees feel every uneven step

But the pleasures there

 in my mind

with every bird and every tree

and all the things that engage me.

When once I enjoyed the race

I now must go a slower pace

But it allows me to reflect

On Gods love and Gods grace.