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I shall walk in my father's steps,
Not because it is easy,
But because I like the deep marks
He always makes. They are easy to follow,
Whether I trudge behind him in the snow,
Through high tall grasses, along the dunes,
Or follow him through his ploughed furrows.
When I was small I had to stretch
My legs to match his stride.
Sometimes I failed,
But always I tried.
He shows no sign,
nor has he ever shown a sign
He is aware of this, my following;
He sets his patterned mark for me
And filled with pride, I bravely follow him.
Now having grown a bit,
I tread behind
With ease. Occasionally,
(unless I watch myself),
I walk with even longer stride
And over-reach his tracks,
Make new ones of my own.
God grant that I shall mark
a patterned way
As clear for my own son.
By
Jo Hilton
