STORY TIME at Creative Souls

Life's Way by: Nixon Waterman

The ways are long I walk alone, the fields are dull and dreary;

The paths are set with thorn and stone, my heart is worn and weary.

But skies are all a tender blue, and filled with sunny weather,

When in the paths of joy we two walk, hand in hand, together.

I hear the happy thrushes tune their song in bush and bower;

I hear the bees their story croon from honeyed flower to flower.

The music stirs me with distress, I cannot kindly bear it,

For, oh, there is no joy unless your heart with mine may share it.

Oh come with me and glad the way with eyes of beauty smiling;

December seems as glad as May in your divine beguiling.

For, though we stray through garden fair, or weary wastes of heather,

The paths are good and golden where we two may walk together.

I rephrased the poem to match my digital piece.