Lookin’ down alone some Road,
Still tryin' to find Thee right way,
Stopped to re-shoulder my load,
Takin' in ‘nother bright sunny day

Holy Souled cowboy boots and all,
leanin' ‘gainst 
a battered guardrail
Lean and lanky and pretty tall,
Four day growth
gray beard Angel

Face all tracked,
Hat cocked back,
So’s sure see Deeevine,
Ain’t It great ...so sublime!

Slow slowly picked up a stick,
Would whittled had he a knife,
waitin' them few time ticks,
the lessons for wonder filled life

“Which road do I follow?”
Smilin', “Damn, thought you’d know!”
His eyes started cryin' hollow,
“by now...which way We go.”

Ponderin’ after all this time,
Was this the message that was mine?
The One I had waited till?
still didn’t feel very much fulfilled.

Was on the banks of the Susquehanna
,Leanin’ ‘gainst the Tree so tall,
maybe on down south in new Carolina?
Holed soled cowboy boots and all

Hat cocked back,
Sun burnin’ my neck
A young one looked bright,
Came up like he’d seen the Sight

Saw he was green to this Road,
Didn’t know how to settle his load,
Started whittlin with my knife,
Guess it’s time
to give the lesson o’ life.

“This path don’t lead to Nowhere,
but on and on
 keeps comin' back to Me,
oh sure, it has disaster, adventure
and despair,
if you could look in your heart
 you’d let it be.

There ain’t no Buddha...
ain’t angels to see,
This path ain’t the Way for ya ta Be. 
Of other peoples troubles life’s too long,
But hurtin' and compassion 
do make you strong.”

“ I couldn’t give a hoot,
you old fart grayed coot,
out of my way you fool!
I’ll miss my bus to school.”

Sat done under that Wisdom Tree,
Thankful now…
so much more to learn,
Smilin' She 
had sent another Angel to me,
Lookin’ down the Road...past this turn.

Ponderin' now the most important thing,
Fixin' my sole...so them stones don’t sting.

April 2000 South Carolina