The Journey Begins Poem by Paul Reed

And so now the journey begins
On tender feet with high arch
To follow the light that never dims
Past oak and under larch;

Beneath shadows, through fronds
Across fields of bobbing corn
To swim oceans or tramp mere ponds
Through the meadows the poppies adorn;

To be at the very beginning
Before time has had chance to age
To stand alongside, to be winning
The spinning world your stage;

With infirmity not even a dot
To cloud the whole, clear sky
When cares not even a jot
As the breezes of life pass by.