I roam this curving shaded path.
Hopscotch through my youth in rompers
skinny legs, scraped knees, curly hair.
Naively sweet and unaware.
In my myopic teenage years
I roam this curving shaded path.
Blinders on, friends all important.
Time flies, motion undetected.
Parenting years, our sweet children.
Together we laugh and love as
I roam this curving shaded path
encouraging strong roots and wings.
Now approaching eighty years young
with less trail ahead, we rest more.
Your love, holding the light high as
I roam this curving shaded path.
Written for Meet the Bar Thursday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Laura asks us to write a Quatern. That is a poem of 16 lines, divided into 4 quatrains (4 stanzas, each with 4 lines). Each line must have 8 syllables. There must be a repeated refrain that is the first line of stanza 1, the second line of stanza 2, the third line of stanza 3, and the 4th line of stanza 4.
Photo from a vacation some years back.
lillian the home poet 
Life as a shaded path… love the journey it worked so well with each stanza another part of that path
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Glad you enjoyed, Bjorn!
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Thank you for letting me join you on this meander through your life, Lill, on the ‘curving shaded path’. I always had scraped knees too, but not curly hair.
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yes, between climbing trees, riding my bike, and jump roping…plus doing acrobatics…I always had scraped knees!
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love how the stanzas depict the 4 stages of life – and one can imagine all the thousands of steps along that shady path
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Thanks, Laura. Glad you enjoyed!
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How rich the yield of “this curving shaded path” and how wonderful that love is its crowning glory! Beautifully done, Lill.
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I related to most of your MEANDERING poem (except the skinny legs), and loved the photo that inspired it. Having just jumped into my 83rd year, I have to hold on to those love-filled, and lovely journeys of years past.
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Beautifully written. 👏
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I love your poem, Lillian, and the sentiments it shares. I think we all grew up like that, young and naive! The picture is perfect!
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A journey well-captured.
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So glad I could be a part of your journey and so very glad you are a part of mine
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Nothing like a stages of life poem and this one is so beautifully crafted and illustrated Lillian…
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Life as a curving shaded path works wonderfully well in this poem of life.
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