Kelso      8^th April 1990  

(thinking of ..............)

Prints

Thousands of feet tread the earth

Hundreds of which I know

Yet suddenly there is a new set of foot prints

Coming closer to me everyday.

The beauty of them confuses me,

The isolation of them bewilders me,

The slow pace at which they proceed

Leaves me in turmoil.

Are these prints crossing my path

Or are they joining me on a journey

Or is it neither?

Only they can determine their way.