Did he find what
he sought when
all those years ago,
he left home behind
and journeyed across the
sea?
Does his spirit
somehow linger
waiting to greet the
son of the
daughter of the
son
who returned
to his native land,
journeying
in hours, not days,
by air, not sea,
to celebrate the present
and seek something of the
past?
26 April 2012
DL 92
Along the Graybeard Trail 