I was reflecting on an incident that occurred in 1996 – my first Trans Canada walk. I have it now in the form of a poem.
SPEAKING TO THE DAY
At a tiny hamlet, Echo Bay
As I ambled along the way
Out of a shallow ditch
Emerged a man, not rich
Appearing a trite unkempt
Tarnished teeth, but of good intent
He wanted to share a fine message
Something I had come to cherish
The gist is what he had to say
“When I wake up I speak to the day
Like a person I know
It gives me