The Poet's Room

  Path to the Pines & Spring Beyond     Life's a journey. Many short walks after our first few tentative steps. Now that Winter has set in with snow and cold verdant summer and fall's transition becomes a distant memory.  My walks frequently take me through the Prairie into the Pines through the Woods and down to the Spring.      Walking is controlled falling. One foot pushes our weight forward while the opposite leg swings the next foot forward to arrest our fall as the weight is transferred to that foot.  Then repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, on and on and on. A fall happens when one foot catches on something or slips along the way. We trip. Frequently we trip at the start of life while learning and toward the end as our footsteps become faltering and unsteady. Those early trips a learning experience.  We get up bandage knees and move on. Trips late in life can be our final downfall. A potential tragedy.        W...