The Moth

We came to the path at the damp end of the road
those four cute grand kids and me
I asked which way would be best to go
toward mountain or the sea
one wanted South three wanted North
we went with the majority
and headed down a winding path
past fences, graves and trees

When boys are young they run ahead
though girls take an even pace
to show granddad their self control
although I'll call it grace
then holding hands at a busy road
this band scurried cross with haste
to our destination's nearby park
such fun we would embrace

Approaching nearer it got real loud
a crunching kind of sound
from men in buckets sawing limbs
which crashed then to the ground
they worked next to a play area
the one we had been bound
so safely from a distance watched
our group milling around

Heading back to climb the Southern hill
more adventures filling our day
before us flashed an open plain
broad green with white display
and kneeling down upon the grass
Sydney cupped her hands to say
let me show you my newly captured moth
which promptly flew away

The rain gives life to those ancient trees
it falls upon fences, grass and graves
there are many like me who have taken walks
from youth to middle days
and while no longer running ahead
with encouragement and praise
I watch the moth fly freely now
pretending I'm amazed