Aug 23 2008
Corova
On the bumpy ride in the back of a pick-up truck driving on roads of sand in Corova, NC, I thought of the first stanza as I viewed homes built by those who are my age vintage.
Corova
As we age we seek
To realize dreams
Reserved for youth
Too busy to dream.
We plant fruit trees
Not anxious for harvest,
Build deep foundations
To refuge those in need.
Still we travel now
Beneath pounding surf
To wisdom love
In glistening light.
Is this our legacy?
A testament profound
For those that follow close
In awaking consciousness.
