I'd like Pancakes for Breakfast

I’d like pancakes for breakfast

with an orange juice sun and lime sherbet sky.

Bring me the lemon grasses and the

maple syrup streams.

Do you have any bacon tree branches and

black pudding ponds?

I’d love some fragrant green mosses and

massive mushroom munroes;

Yes, I’d like pancakes for breakfast.

WHW: I am walking home

I am walking home

50 years and 154 km away

Heavy legs dragged by Muddy Ground have kept me

back

The road in front myself I choose now; no longer walking in someone else’s

steps

I am walking home

Crowds of ferns part to greet me, palms raised in high-fives, clapping me along the way,

Bluebells and buttercups open their glow to light my path

I am walking home

Jock  Tamson’s Bothy is always open, fragrant with peat fire singing, and hot tea for wet feet

The Tortoise may win the race, but the Hare, at least, has paused to share food, enjoy laughter with friends along

the Way

I am walking home

Grandfather’s stone granite braces me in a jumper of rock, shielding me from the edge

Brother Wind nudges me from behind when legs tire, and Sister Rain cools blistering

eyes

I am walking home

Grandmother’s long, leafy limbs reach forward in front of me.

I walk down slopes,

she takes my hand and leads me down the rooted steps of

Her home.

I am walking home