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The English Countryside, 1768

Over the hills I nervously walk,
Stumbling over the stumps, and
Around the curves,
To find my love
So that we can talk.
I have a clue
As to the things she might say.
She’ll be angry!
She’ll be livid!
You see, I was only supposed to be
Gone for a day.
But time passes quickly
When you’re with your friends –
Working hard,
Having fun,
You don’t really want it to end.
So, I bought her a rose,
And I’ll sing her a song,
And I’ll hope and I’ll pray that
We can somehow get along;
But, if the morning comes
And I’m on my own once again,
I know exactly where I’ll go:
I’ll go be with my friends.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.
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“It’s time,” she said,
Slowly gasping for each breath.
“Time for me to cross the Jordan.”
She held my hand
With a cold, loose grip,
As if she were showing me
It was time to let go.

Tears began rolling down my cheek.
I tried to speak.
Mouth trembling.
Hands trembling.
Heart trembling.
“I love you.” 
Suddenly, a perfect peace
Appeared in her eyes.
I held her hand,
Watching as she dipped her foot
In the cold waters of the river,
Crossing home to her eternal
Promised Land.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.
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