miles to go before I sleep....

Soft sculptured
Bespeckled Witch's Face
Macro-eyezed!!









MONDAY MORSELS

When walking this trail, in any season, I am constantly reminded of two of my favorites; in literature. One [when we walk across the small wooden walkway, and then come upon a bridge hidden in the coarse, dense, overgrowth of trees with a trickling, sometimes motionless, brook underneath], I'm reminded of Ichabod Crane mounted on his old worn out horse; Gunpowder. [Legend of Sleepy Hollow].

"If I can but reach that bridge," thought Ichabod, "I am safe." Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he even fancied that he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprang upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side; and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, according to rule, in a flash of fire and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin rising in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his head at him......

And I must confess, sometimes when my thoughts wanders as such, I have been startled by a jogger...huffing and puffing just like the black steed...behind me. I won't lie....I've even jumped with fright for a fraction of a second. After crossing the bridge, and reaching the raised boardwalk to traipse along the canal reaching the end of the trail to stop and view the water fowl in the protected sanctuary, you must turn around and recross the "Icabod Crane" Bridge to get to the 2nd path that goes in the opposite direction----On the other far side of the park's trail the woods are so dense - dense growth of wild grasses and thick with the woods of palm, oak, mesquite and several other varieties ...only to look beyond the trees and wildflowers/grasses to see a fleeting glance of Oso Bay. This is all within the city limits, not far from the Corpus Christi A&M Campus and NAS Corpus Christi airbase. When walking on the distant side of the park, along the trail, I am reminded of Robert Frost's Poem: Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The poem has no viable relation to the area in the park, no snow, no houses within the woods, and trees so thick the stars at night vanish. The particular line "miles to go before I sleep" I feel within my soul - the reason I like it so much; my interpretation of the entire poem, is for the fact that your journey in life is a long one, and to not stop by the woods and ponder too deeply --for there are many many miles to go before I die sleep...I've still, many times, silently recited the poem verbatim to myself as I walk along with Bud on the path. "And I have miles to go before I sleep; enjoy it all while there, don't linger too long...continue going...for there are: miles to go before I sleep".


HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO THOSE THAT OBSERVE THE DAY!!!