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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460294" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Two on the Road</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In later years, this day came back to you<br>as days of presence often do: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s the end of the midday break, and<br>the sun, already warm for Spring, is easing; <br>the sheep are grazing on the new grass; <br>two of them have jumped the low stone wall<br>to munch the juicier grass of the roadside ditch<br>which has spent the morning in dewy shadow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where the path to the stony fields<br>crosses the track back to the village, <br>you’ve found yourself walking just behind<br>a pair returning to the village, <br>father and son – or is it, grandfather? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You could overtake them, just to show<br>you mean no harm; but something about them<br>draws your attention; so you walk behind them<br>at a distance indicating that you know they know<br>you’re walking behind them, yet too far<br>to be listening to them…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which you’d dearly like to. They walk<br>slowly, deep in conversation, <br>this boy, this man; their relationship<br>catches your curiosity. You, <br>whose childhood was not always easy, <br>watch them with delight, a little mixed with envy; <br>you study their body language for some clues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The man listens to the boy with such respect, <br>he could be a young grandfather, <br>marvelling that his son has fathered such a treasure, <br>quietly enjoying that unique blend <br>of bond and yet detachment which is grandfatherhood; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now and then, the boy touches his loose sleeve –<br>not in the way a child clutches, when he demands belief<br>in some tale of fantasy; more as if <br>the boy had discovered some gift<br>in what he says, and wants to share it with you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now and then, <br>the man touches the boy – as we do<br>when our child has said something so mature, so wise, <br>that we are speechless; and can only reach out<br>and touch them; as if some new relationship<br>had just been born; our touch<br>a mark of recognition beyond our words.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just once, the boy turns his head, looks back at you, <br>briefly, but with that open look that village children often have, <br>when every stranger is a friendly curiosity; <br>you’re glad for him, of what that moment tells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You follow them back to the village, <br>your curiosity aroused more than it should.<br>They open up the wooden front<br>of the lean-to where they ply their trade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">fascinated by their tender, deep relationship, <br>you’d really like to come back in an hour or so, <br>to look in on them, and hope to see the son<br>working on the wood as lovingly<br>as he has spoken to the man.. but<br>you decide against it. One day, <br>you might come back, request their careful skills -<br>perhaps a new cupboard for your house.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their tidy, ordered workplace needs no craftsman’s signboard; <br>if there were, the villagers tell you when you gently ask, <br>it would be Joseph & Son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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as days of presence often do: 

It’s the end of the midday break, and
the sun, already warm for Spring, is easing; 
the sheep are grazing on the new grass; 
two of them have jumped the low stone wall
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