A Child in Love

I fell in love when I was still a child and didn't know it would be forever

but it was.

Sometimes love is like that. 

Two people meet and time has no bearing

Age doesn't matter

I loved him and he loved me and we were just children

But now we are growing old and gray and time has

stamped us with pain and loss

and still we love

And when I look into his blue eyes, I see them watery with pain and

my heart aches that I can't make it better

So we sit each night, together, and pass the time and try not to think

too much about it's passing

We don't do the math.  

We don't look out to see how many more years we will be together

We don't know what will be, 

so we sit and think about today and our past together

And the life we've have shared, that started when we were children 

and in love.

I sing the song of the western highway, to the piston heart beat and rolling rubber.

Flat and wide, brush-stroked east and west, north, south,

Spanning flowing water and still, over mountains, across the flat unbroken plain,

To move the herd of man and machine where buffalo roamed.

Speeding past the great rail-bound ties of our grandfather’s travel.

Who first crossed here, on foot and steed, in wood and cloth and pain and loss?

Whose children’s bones are left unmarked in lands traversed

Before the time of concrete, steel and asphalt, hot tar and bitter north?

The herd and I, in comfort, pass green mile markers, and the highway basks.