Thoughts on Life
by Jim Cummings
Oh spring day,
I sit beside the bubbling brook
I close my eyes and listen to the flow of the water
I hear the birds chirping and singing,
I open my eyes and follow a falling leaf until it hits the flowing brook
As I watch it flow downstream I know it has it’s destination.
And as I look around the woods that I used to hunt
I see a deer not too far off.
It reminds me of the days gone past of my hunting the deer and squirrel.
Oh spring day so wonderful and clear, I feel the soft breeze that blows
across my face and beard
So full of gladness, so full of pain,
I will never pass this way again.
There will soon be a gravestone upon my head, and the pain and anguish will
soon be gone when I pass on.
Like those who have passed on before me and
to those who will pass after me , time is no more.
Nor will I be able to kiss springs early light or see the mist upon the pond.
Oh spring day, the beauty of a spring day,
You are my last landmark and my last domain.
So do not let this day pass, enjoy the moment, enjoy the day.
Take time to smell the spring wildflowers and feel the soft breezes
and most of all tell the ones you love - that you love them.
You will never know when that pale white horse and the rider in the black robe will come for you.
I wrote this today from my heart. And as I look at my final draft there are teardrops upon the pages. There is a sadness in my heart as I know I will never hear that booming laughter again. I will miss Larry Wilcher as will we all. His passing will leave a great void in our re-eancting community.