Strolling at Evening

Strolling at evening,
A young hand in mine.
On past the corner,
Through a long traffic line.

Nodding a greeting,
To folks...all the while.
Extending a handclasp,
And a warm, friendly smile.

Strolling at evening,
Beside a young heart.
Enraptured to be living,
And to be a small part.

Entwineing at the joy,
Each step to be walking.
A pleasure...to treasure,
These moments of talking.

Strolling at evening,
Adventure we know.
Earth's perfume arising,
And sun-sets bright glow.

Returning at evening,
Our trek nearly done.
With a child's eyes lighted,
And mirrored in fun.

To slumber in silence,
A deep rest consoling.
Part of life's memories,
These evenings of strolling.

E.P. 1908 - 1989