I am not a preservationist
No, rather I am a fan of change
I have followed this path
For most of my sixty-eight years
Yet, at this very moment
I am somewhat transfixed
Seemingly unable to make a move
Or even a statement of direction
But soon it will be spring
Indeed isn’t the crocus already in bloom
Then the decisions may seem easier
With the sun and breeze to my back
For sure I will feel disposed
To walk over the sand dunes
To lay back and look at the sky
Also to acknowledge the further views
I might even take a break
Retrace my steps to the Lord Haldon
Where the late afternoon's setting sun
May well temper, or encourage, my thoughts
