There Always Comes A Time

There Always Comes A Time

                                                           

There always comes a time

To break camp,

To douse the dwindled flame

And load the wagon.
No parting word or sign,
Only scattered ashes
And wagon tracks

Heading toward the next row of hills...

Where waits beyond,

Another morning meadow
Newly cast in green,

With wild flowers filled.

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