"Safe Passage"

There are a few things

I will need for my "Old Age."

A friendly cottage smiling out across a misty pond;

God's majesty in mighty oaks

that whisper Spring refrains to Summer's breeze;

a stout canoe for leisure glides to secret coves

where Bigmouth Bass lay wait unknowingly;

a sentimental patch of daisies, here and there,

nodding ardent "Hello's"

to Morning Glories and White Gladioli.

I could lose myself

in the serenity of a haunt such as this.

I could drift to worlds beyond

this superficial life I've seen.

I could release my Spirit

and float among the stars

in quiet reverie.

I could relinquish my grasp

on the past;

my pilgrimage

would be over.....