Park.
With rain coming tomorrow and then
Cool weather it seemed to be my
Last chance.
Taking it slow, I clutched my walking
Stick and took a detour to the Indian mound.
Who determined that native Americans had
Created the small dome?
It looked like just a natural grassy hump to me.
Nevertheless, it was pleasant to think of
Ancient people traveling the
Terrain so long ago.
Did the trees mesmerize them as
They did me?
I picked up two tiny yellow maple leaves.
I stopped to watch a squirrel dig in the
Forest debris.
A man wearing a cross said, "Hi."
"Does your necklace mean anything to
You?" I asked.
"Yes, it tells me Jesus died for me."
"Wow! I'm a believer too," I said, and I added
To his jewelry by tying a gospel bracelet to
His wrist.
He thanked me.
Poking along on the gravel trail I noticed a
Lady coming toward me.
We smiled.
We stopped.
We chatted.
We had both been teachers.
We shared our appreciation for the
Beauty around us.
I gave her a bracelet, too, and shared
The message of the beads.
Since I had no pencil in my belly bag,
I used my lipstick to write my blog
Address on one of my tracts.
"You may find yourself mentioned in a
Poem," I said.
Teri and I decided that our meeting had
Been a planned one, a divine one.
And as we warmly parted ways my step was
A bit brighter as I continued my
Sunday stroll in the park.