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Samaritan's Path by Stewart Stafford
On a solo trek on a dusty road,
A volunteer picked up my load,
Heavy things of weight and idea,
Hoisted aloft, a relaxing panacea.
We ran the clock down without ennui,
With songs, jokes, and inflated history,
Scenery and animals to comment upon,
Stones kicked as the sun still shone.
In dusk's bowing light, a reticent parting,
A trip over, happy memories restarting,
With a last handshake, wave, and smile,
We headed for home on the closing mile.
© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.
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