250 - Of thousand steps I've now taken quarter

Of thousand steps I’ve now taken quarter,
Like youth coming of age with laughing beard,
Like truth from president to reporter:
Of cows and bullshit may my steps be cleared.
Like spring’s beginning when March first appeared,
Of budding beauty green and wet with dew,
Of love poetry, eyes of mist uncleared:
Like singing of the first dark-winged cuckoo.
Of steps untaken, peaks with unseen view,
Like son’s career or husband of daughter,
Like deterioration to be feared:
Of steps mistaken, please let there be few.
Likely I’ll find Sophia: I’ve sought her
Often, her golden curls to heart endeared.
Sat 12 May 2007