A Tale Of Footprints Poem by John Agandin

Take a walk down the village path
And read the tales on its face.
A thousand tales told and retold
In the marks of those gone before.
Some full, some half trodden down
Some giantish, some dwarfish
Some clear, some blur, vanishing.
All equally lie, telling their tales
For who cares to read.
Tales of hope, tales of fear
Some of terrors and of tragedies
And many strides of happy success.

Long I stood over those silent tales
Reading as far as the eye could see
For many are the voices on the path
Some speak in the center of the path;
And leave deep tales in the dust
That are fast trodden under and lost.
Others speak on the edges
Brushing thorns and stubs and weeds
And hardly leave an impression
But the dying weeds tell their tale.
By their effort, the path grows.
Many diverge into the thicket
And still many converge on it
It is the tale of a village path
Of feet that came and went
And left their story behind
Silent footprints on a path…