Walk along the carpet of green grass

I hear my Barefoot humble song;
'Thank you dear and it's of course a pleasant journey.
The grass whisper beautiful things to comfort the sole burns
But we infer that only a brief picnic and you are not a Grasshopper
anyhow?
We feel your weak heartbeat, the pulse that reminds
The destined mountain is near by and it never moves.

(Dedication to my friend George.Murdock. Hey! There will be a new recruitment soon to our 'Grand Father's club' it seems.)

* I think of Christ's resurrection on this Easter and feel of the heavy
cross which I carry onwards.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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