Poem2024-07-25T09:32:52+00:00

Visions of Remembrance

By: Bonnie Michele Butler-Wyatt

Visions of tall mountains and low empty valleys
One man standing with binoculars in hands
A young girl who demanded companionship
Takes the footsteps that she follows

Visions of a man that has no need for fast cars
But only a pickup with simple seat covers
A sliding window holds entrance to what is behind him
Never to open but always look forward

He pushes onward to the pond where he fishes
Not thinking of the catch but taking in his surroundings
He carries the love of a woman who has tamed his wild heart
He fathers two children in the warm bit of summer

He relaxes with the comfort of an old western
The afternoon turns dark, it's time to rest
He sleeps solemnly and his dreams are of peace
For tomorrow he welcomes the new morning

The memories of the man that brought me life
I cherish every walk we took together
Every deer that I spotted before his eyes could see
Every fish that I used to say was bigger than his

When I look out toward the countryside
A smile grows slowly as my eyes fill with tears
When I see the world that I call my home
I see it through my father's eyes