He moves forward with
a determined sprint
anxious to celebrate new-found
energy, and doctor mesmerized by
figures showing a remarkable
change from his BP reading last week
guess the prescription is doing its job.
Ah the ladder, just where he put it last time
back of the church under
a shelter latticed over an oil drum,
hidden cave away from the elements.
Easily grasps the end of his aluminum ladder
careful not to slash skin from sharp edges,
eases it down, clatters across
the lawn, lays it against the shed
thought about it all, during am early light.
Get the ladder
lay it against the shed, climb and view
a Cardinal nest, high enough to see
fifteen feet above.
And he does, climb, up the ladder.
My wife, Esther and I really enjoy writing. It is an excellent salve, in addition to prayers, a great wife and family during my continuing recovery from a stroke/aneurysm. You can contact us at: firstname.lastname@example.org re comments on our work. We live in Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada. Pray for others.