The Wheel
-For Josh and Tish
You left the East to head out West
And face a different clime
Behind were friends and family
Some thought you’d lost your minds
Undaunted by a brave new world
The likes you’d never known
Like true Americans of the past
You made the land your own
With Fina as your trusted guide
The trip was trippy, man
The ups and downs and lefts and rights
No bfd in Vanagan
The prairie songs from wheat, like harps
Played tunes so true and light
You blew right through the Midwest heart
Aimed for Portland’s spangled nights
Instead of folding up your dreams
Those dreams unfolded you
Loves and life thought left behind
Became all shiny new
The wheel spun down then back around
When destiny you faced
By reaching out to spin again
You realized, you’re safe
Your saga, dearest boy and girl,
Has only just begun
You’ll dance and love, grow and twirl
Silver Scherezades in misty sun
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Shelda – What a marvelous tribute to their journey (and yours). Love – “Instead of folding up your dreams/Those dreams unfolded you.” And ending with “Silver Scherezades” dancing keeps the movement of the poem going.
“Instead of folding up your dreams
Those dreams unfolded you” – these lines too struck me as well. As you know, I have one “unfolding” far away. Lots of great words and sounds – “trippy,” “prairie songs from wheat, like harps,” Portland’s spangled nights.”
Great imagery, and I love the rhyming. It’s a perfect form for this tale of adventure!