END OF A DAY'S WALK

It's time I turned my feet for home
whence I've been gone too long;
the journey started with first light
and now the day is nearly gone.

The many trails I've walked upon
have all had twists and turns.
They've carried me through mid day's heat
and past cool evening's somber ferns.

At dawn's first light, my pace was firm
my step was sure and strong
but as the sun dips beyond yon berm
tired legs don't stride so light or long.

And now I think of all the folk
I've met along the way,
those who've hindered, those who've helped
or tried to lead astray.

Although the next hill calls to me
"What's on the other side?"
the light grows dim, it's hard to see.
Shadows have grown long and wide.

It's time I turned my feet for home
to she who's shared this path
so now I'll walk through twilight's gloom
....perhaps I'll hear a far loon's laugh?

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