By Lynn Bassett
It is all that’s left of a life.
Traversing the mountains
Strolling the valleys and meadows
Of the joyful hours.
There is, of course , always another mountain
Another rushing stream.
Using the stones in the roads and rivers as bridges to another meadow, another mountain.
Each place adding to an experienced life,
A sad life, a stormy life, a joyful life.
As we all know ” Nobody Rides For Free”.
Funny thing, these boots outlasted their host.
Set here to remind us that there will always be remainders of a life,
A Life Well Lived.