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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