I want to walk down a gravel road
Hear stones crunching under my feet.
On one side Daisies and Black eyed Susan’s
On the other a field of swaying wheat
I want to sit at an old picnic table
Near a lake, in the woods, under trees.
That shouldn’t be asking for too much.
There was a time when I could do all of these.
I want to ride my bike, take a hike,
Dig my toes down in hot ocean sand,
Smell of nature in all of pasture land
I want to rake up red, yellow, and brown leaves.
Alas, a finial plea amongst all of these
Is to thank Jehovah one more time on bended knees
Stead in a wheelchair I sit, on my porch, in the breeze