Old man and child on the sidewalk
I saw an old man holding the hand of a young boy the other day.
They walked down the sidewalk of a strip mall.
The young boy looked around amazed at all the cars and people speeding quickly by.
The old man looked backward into his memory.
Back to a time now gone by.
A time that is no more.
When the concrete parking lots were full of horses not cars.
Horses prancing about the fields of green.
And long ago and old mare guided her young fowl around the pasture.
Up to the wooden fence, that separated their space from the dangers outside.
They watched a young boy ride by on the back of an old truck.
Little did he know that one day, he would walk with his grandson along the fence line.
Holding hands with the little boy, as they both journey down the path of progress.
The old man now holds the hand of the boy to separate him from the dangers passing by.
posted by Hugh @ 6:24 PM
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