Adieu

He walked the paths of the flume,
lined with trees all yellow, red n blue,
where once upon a time in yon,
logs were sent – top to down.

He walked along the riverside,
loving the life by his side,
all around the wind was cold,
and yet there was a warmth behold.

He walked the seashore point to point,
watching the rock stopping the tide,
shining stone held in the hand,
and a coy smile by his side.

He walked against the tides of time,
and against the family line,
waging a battle to win them all,
unrelenting till he had them all.

He walked the distance from afar,
with helping hands and words and ear,
gave some strength like a lord,
miles made easy on the chord.

He walked with joy, he walked with pain,
he walked with gold through sun and rain,
he walked the present with the yore,
until he could but walk no more.