Linda Conroy
Giving Thanks for the Road
We don't need some fine destination
just the road we're traveling on,
seeing far off hills' collage of color,
woods that might be filled with ferns and oaks,
a meadow full of goats.
Fields wait, smooth with buttercups,
choruses of birds on branches listen
for sounds of our song
and when cows lie down, and poppies wilt
we find blackberries on a wayside plant.
Are these riches ours to taste?
Can we reach between those thorns?
Our stained fingers add them
to the map and apple we've been given,
the three fresh cobs of corn.
Bio
Linda Conroy is a retired social worker who likes to write poetry that portrays the simplicity and complexity of the natural world and of behaviors that make us human. She enjoys the challenge of writing short poems. She is the author of two poetry collections, Ordinary Signs, and Familiar Sky.