Time traveling back in his mind.

Remembering hot July nights, running 

down this same dusty road, no cane.

Fence was put up a decade ago, and

that tree sure had grown, yet

it stood firmly, held by it's roots.

He still felt that strength in his own roots

as the sun was going down, felt alive 

in his heart.  Tomorrow he'd walk again,

just to remember everything but her.

@ donetta sifford 7-13-2013

Written for:  Picture Phiction July 1 of 2