With a pounding HEART, clutching their lucky CHARM, Sam joined the MARCH on the Statehouse.

Georg’ann

Walking from the parking lot toward the TRAIL
How many times have I come this way?
A path to SHARE,
years of walking with friends, lovers, spouses, alone.
Today with an inquisitive little girl, not unlike my own
Eager scamper up that initial hill, turning the fairy tree bend
finding a perfect stick to CARRY
She bounds carelessly
poking into rotten wood and mud filled crevices
balancing along fallen trees
rustling through the leaves
MARCH winds at our back
carrying us, and the threat of
falling branches
we wander where beauty and danger converge
She speaks, my heart splinters

Heather