A Kind of Hurry

I’m in a kind of hurry

To just slow down a bit.

Since all through life I  worried

That things might fail to fit -

All the living and the loving,

The wondering ‘bout each bit,

Of life’s pictures, and it’s poems,

Of where they’d be arranged,

Since every day, and every way

They’ve kept my mind engaged,

With who and why and wherefore,

With the hopes and goals to meet,

With the myriad potentials of

The paths before my feet.

They’ve kept the brain cells churning,

Neglecting needed sleep.

So now I am a'hurryin' -

To just slow down a tad.

To gently put behind me

The paces of the lad.

To pause and shift my glances

From the towering  tops of trees

To studying small treasures

Lurking down below my knees.

Secret nests of little songbirds,

‘Neath small flowers, tiny eggs,

Will soon be mouths demanding

Bugs, and worms, and crawly things,

That fuel the bright clear music

Of the birds that sing in Spring.

So don’t worry, rush on by me.

Pray, do scurry past my bower.

For I’ll be here to rest and watch,

For nigh onto an hour.

The passing minutes move me not,

They leave me free from worry.

Though again it seems I must confess,

That I’m really in a hurry -

To just slow down a bit.