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I’ve noticed one thing as I traverse the earth,

With its tears, and smiles, sorrows, and mirth,

That the steps we leave in snow and sand,

When reviewed at a stop, help us understand

The wanderings and achievements of man.

That man’s acts, though small and erased by time,

For a moment and mile appear sublime;

But wind and wave leave the print no more,

For man is a spirit, on eternity’s shore.   -eab, 11/27/70 

 

Written after being somewhat surprised at seeing my on footsteps in the snow in the West Rushville, Ohio cemetery.  I had visited the grave of my only brother, Keith R. Bryan, who was killed in boot camp (Ft. Lewis, Washington) in 1954.

 

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