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As you walk by,
I wonder what kind of life you lead.
Are you a police officer –
Walking into a robbery, gun drawn,
Willing to die for the hostages
The masked gunman has taken?
Are you a surgeon –
Saving lives with miracle procedures
That require precision, calm,
And total concentration?
Are you a soldier –
Just returning from a foreign land
Risking your life day by day
So that I could wake up this morning free?
Are you a mother –
Raising a child on your own
As you battle cancer,
Fighting to put food on the table?
As you walk by, I wonder.
I live your life in my mind.
And I’m just sitting here,
Waiting in our parked car,
In the Target parking lot,
Hoping my wife doesn’t spend
Too much money inside.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published August 2013.
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The summer breeze gently blows,

Cooling the hot, humid afternoon air.
I sit down in the soft, green carpet
That nature has laid under this old Oak Tree.
Quietly, I contemplate.
I draw deep, full breaths.
And staring off into the countryside,
I sigh.
Have you ever stopped long enough
To realize how far you’ve strayed
From your childhood dreams?
Have you ever come to the place
Where you’d give everything
To have them back again?
On this hill, I remember them.
On this hill, I long for those dreams once again.
You see, we get so busy,
Doing whatever it is we do,
That we lose our capacity for wonder,
For dreaming.
But not on this hill.
Here, I quiet my soul.
I stare into the distant countryside
And breathe deeply.
Here, I dream again.
If only the rest of the world
Would come sit with me a while.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published August 2013.