ALL THE WAY HOME

Holding hands and running
through the springtime morn
romping in meadows green
with sheer delight
walking arm and arm through
the falling autumn leaves
huddling together in the
snow-cold night
weathering the storms and strife
on the trail of life
hand in feeble hand in the fading
of the light

WILLIAM BEDFORD

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