GRACIOUS IN THE QUIET
There are places now where I've not gone in a long time.
The waters by that 'other' canal, the grounds of the university
where I used to lounge, the chartered oak near where once
colonial soldiers were felled and George Washington drank
from the spring. True, I appreciate the quiet, but they each
have their surface noises which I miss as well. I used to like
to sit in the rounded hall with all those windows and wood,
a library from far days back. Now I do not at all. I am
gracious in the quiet as it sets me to thinking.
Let me again go over to Chancellor Green and have a seat.
The mornings are very nice, and those grand trees are calling.