"A journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step."
Lao Tzu couldn't have captured better the firm intent of a dreamer and persevering soul. It is perhaps a similar feel that prompted me to write "The Last Mile" after a hiatus of nearly five years...
The sky was a bold hue of ochre yellow
The morning, a rapture of carefree tweet,
His vision, the silhouette of a distant chateau
His intent, to soak in all his eyes would meet.
His feet were ploughed into the ochre brown
His boots wore the scuffs of a weary voyage,
His features were stoic, no smiles, no frown
His forehead was wrinkled far beyond his age.
His snowy cloak was freckled in ochre red
Each stain with its tale of triumph and disaster,
In battles, he had followed, in battles, he had led
In all battles though, he stayed a man of character.
His steely eyes now met the ochre gold
And his bronzed face broke into a gentle smile,
The quest for his kingdom would now unfold
As he trudged his shadow through the last mile.
Lao Tzu couldn't have captured better the firm intent of a dreamer and persevering soul. It is perhaps a similar feel that prompted me to write "The Last Mile" after a hiatus of nearly five years...
The sky was a bold hue of ochre yellow
The morning, a rapture of carefree tweet,
His vision, the silhouette of a distant chateau
His intent, to soak in all his eyes would meet.
His feet were ploughed into the ochre brown
His boots wore the scuffs of a weary voyage,
His features were stoic, no smiles, no frown
His forehead was wrinkled far beyond his age.
His snowy cloak was freckled in ochre red
Each stain with its tale of triumph and disaster,
In battles, he had followed, in battles, he had led
In all battles though, he stayed a man of character.
His steely eyes now met the ochre gold
And his bronzed face broke into a gentle smile,
The quest for his kingdom would now unfold
As he trudged his shadow through the last mile.
