------Echos------



Footsteps echo
through corridors of life.
Loud, rhythmic as cannon
bestowing 21 gun salutes,
soft, lingering, as kisses
by playful spring breezes
to blushing tulips.
Footsteps to lead,
to guide.
Enlightenment to
pathways of our soul,
footsteps past, footsteps now
footsteps all around.
listen!
Listen to your heart.
ancestral patter, parental clatter,
mentor's hustle, close friend's rustle,
hero's strong gait, steps of love and hate. 
Listen and follow,
echos of footsteps
lead us to tomorrow.
              
R. Wayne Porter 1/21/98

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