So...we had debated this weighty issue to-and-fro
Even trekked it on our woodland trail so plugged with snow;
Because you see, old friends and gentle readers dear,
Sometimes life’s pressures require making decisions clear.
Thus there in the winter woods we review the issue well,
Look at it this way and that - then I mutter “What the Hell!!”
Our faithful old hound Lady must really think it queer,
To see us stopping and musing so, when no kibble’s near.
Right there, on snow shoes ‘twixt woods and frozen lake,
There… no other folk near, it seems quite safe to take
The plunge and commit to … OMG, who then knows what?
Yet one can’t stall forever … really, must get off the pot...
But wait, what if – over wine – something was discussed,
In a way that gave old friends offense, or feelings mussed?
Should all conjectural musings be so guardedly made
As to appear artificial, dry, and devoid of relevant trade?
Then right there in our still, dark woods, up to our hips in snow
Marnie reminds “Hey… these folk aren’t snoots, you know
’Tis just Sam and Cathy; and we’ve shared many good times past
Now it’s our turn to
host them … so let’s do it soon – time goes fast"
But yet… these idyllic, known trails are so lovely, calm and quiet
Not like old Sam who, when on a roll, can stir an unholy riot.
And his lovely Cathy can be sooo exuberant … such a font of noise
When she winds up on her activist
plans, her impacts, her joys.
Decisions involve both pros and cons, yet cautious cognition hath this Bard.
Some past decisions led to paths thought easy, yet living them out was hard.
Plus, 'tis admitted, any committed, sentient Solitarian looks askance
At prompts to “join in” … human connections are fraught with chance…
We resume the trudge; and then…from the side, Marnie muses “Maybe, you know
We should see them soon; invite them to trek with us this wondrous snow.
Goodness ... It seems like ages since we've seen those amiable folks.
It might brighten winter days were
we to share a glass, swap some jokes."
And so, decision sealed, we call close our Lady who’s been guarding all,
Retrace our path back home, re-build our fire… and make that call.
Once again, these woods so lovely,
so deep, have guided decisions sweet
And … if old friends are willing …
soon perchance we’ll meet …
... and then swap our best tales ... ere we sleep ...
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Yes … if old friends are willing …
soon perchance we’ll meet …
... and then swap our best tales ... ere we sleep ...
Posted January 6th,
2011
Keith and Marnie
Elliott’s “REMEDY” Site
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