Walk my wooden planks
Be held in suspense midair
Let go of your grasp
Steal a glance below
You will feel your need for me
The wind will pick up
Steadily you’ll swing
Dance in a dervish two-step
Sway to go beyond
Confidence may soar
Fear will step on from behind
The End is ahead
Still you have to cross
Better days already seen
Best you move on now
© Uncle Tree
Photograph by Anuradha Ratnaweera
Let the joy be in the doing, and the angst will work its way out.
Be a bridge for others; a peacemaker; In Transit
to becoming a bridge for all.
Keith Alan Watson
Another great poem… dig that photo too!
Thanks, K’lee! 🙂 Take care now!
Love the photo of the wooden swinging bridge and so true we always move forward through the hard times toward better days and they always come.
“Fear will step on from behind / The End is ahead” …I love those lines, they are jarring in some very fine way.
not sure if I’d trust that one…
No looking down or looking back for me. I shall focus on the path ahead and move on.
Thanks so much for sharing, Uncle Tree. Engaging and intriguing as always. God blesses.
I’m swept away, brother, and that’s fine, too, haikue 🙂
Thank you, sunset dragon person! If you stay put, you’ll get walked on.
A mid-life crisis often leaves one feeling past their prime, as we say,
but going back is not an option. There must yet be a way to “top” one’s
self, and continue to achieve, albeit, in a new and different manner.
Thank you! Glad you see the humility The Brave so badly need.
“Stuck in the middle with you.” by Stealers Wheel (came to mind)
You certainly get the idea, Jeff. With Fear closing in,
we face The End, then take a pause and pray we don’t go down.
About here is where we look up and hope we see Jacob’s Ladder.
As Elders, we have much to lose, whereas, a teen wood knot think twice.
It is fairly rickety, eh?
Thank you, Noel! No need to dwell, as you can tell,
when the Lord decides to test our best attention “s-p-a-n”. 😉
Take care, be good, and stay cool, my friend!
Hi, Khu friend! Near the end, I’ll grab your hand,
but you must first manifest four fingers for the fun of it. 🙂
“Better cross yourself” before crossing over, too.
Thank you, Lorna! 🙂 Nice to meet you!
very talented, pleasure to be here K. Superb sunday to You friend
Thank you kindly, my good man! 🙂 You have a super Sunday, too!
Thank-you for re-visiting and liking my post. Your blog very thought-provoking
You’re welcome, Clare! 🙂 Glad you Liked my posts!
Happy Mother’s Day to you! ♥ Luvz and hugz, Uncle Tree
You’re very kind! Thank-you again
beautiful poem and awesome photo
Thank you, Catherine! 🙂 Nice to meet you!
Enjoying your blog and love to see your photos …nice to meet you too.
Looks quite dubious.
I might follow, but I wood knot be first.
Now, I have read your words. And now I see the credit for the photograph. As with the bridge, your words reflect my life. And then some. Fear doesn’t stop me. No. It pushes me to cross that darn bridge with my heart in my throat many a time, yet, each and every time, I arrive safely on the other side. I have learned not to look down but always UP. Thank you. Your words are extremely gifted. Love, Amy
You are too kind, dear lady! 🙂 Thank you very much!
I’m tickled pink to know you LIKE this, nimble one.
Stay light on your feet, and I’ll see you on the other side,
and then around the bend, and in the thick of the forest.
Take care, be good, and stay cool, Amy! Peace, Keith
My bridge leads me to one place. That of the Rainbow. And then down I slide into the ravine, crawling back up the sharpest of rocks only to cross that darn bridge again. 😉 Back to that Rainbow.
Incapable of adding a profound observation or a sparkle of wit, I always enjoy your poetry. This one resonates.
Your well-seasoned touch of humility adds plenty.
Glad you liked this one, George! And thanks for saying so!
😀 Nice play on words. I like that. 😀
Good! 🙂 Thanks!
…did you walk over it?
No, sir. I live in Nebraska. I found the pic in Wikimedia Commons;
this is a footbridge over the Kotmale River in Sri Lanka.
Thank you much, Theresa! 🙂
Fantastic poem and image!!! Thank you for sharing!
🙂 Thank you, Cheryl!
I love your poem Uncle Tree! Thank you for following. =)
Okay, Kittie Cat. 🙂 Thank you as well!
Now there is one bridge I wouldn’t want to cross! Great photo!
Thank you, Bev! 🙂
Hi Uncle Tree
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🙂 Thanks! But no thanks, Sandra.
Keith, what happened to your beautiful post, the one about losing a child and how wonderfully you crafted the words into a cross? Oh, please don’t tell me you took it off. You created a Masterpiece and it was so soulfully created as well. Please, if you took it off, please put it back on. I came here to read it again. Love, Amy
My blog has a feature where I can put any post at the top of my home page. This one is a few years old, and I bring it out every once in awhile, especially when tragedy strikes. Feel free to share.
Keith, I came here for personal reasons to read your poem to unfold another petal regarding my 3 BeLoved children I lost because my body refused to carry full term. I do my grieving in private so I will just read it here, shed the tears that again do come, and speak to my babies who I haven’t thought of if a long time. Now that time has come (again).
Blessed lady, I pray The Comforter spoke to your soul last night;
the soft-spoken acknowledgement that brings redemption
with just a light feathery touch from the tip of an angel’s wing ~
“If trust is a tool, then faith is not folly,
hope is not hopeless, and love –
our only answer in a time of loss –
remains the greatest of all.” — Uncle Tree
Heaven and earth are mightily connected through your words, Keith and, right now, through my tears, as I feel for all hearts torn.
Thank you, Ed! Dear friend,
Have a fine and blessed weekend!
The Comforter did speak last night. I had so many of my cats on my bed last night, I didn’t know where I was going to sleep. When this happens, I know they “sense” the presence of the Holy Spirit. I awoke this morning, sleepy, yet with a overall feeling of refreshing. Today the sun is shining and my gardens call to me. Thank you for the lovely words you wrote to me. Love truly is the answer to all our pains, all our hurts, all our sorrows. I do know that over time the pain subsides, yet, there are still times when the pain does float to the surface to be embraced, tears shed, and a deeper letting go happens. Bless you!!! This is one of the losses of my life I do not speak of too often. I am honored you witnessed another portion of my healing. (((HUGS))) Amy
Kdyby Bůh chtěl aby jsme létali, dal by nám křídla, proto že je nemáme musíme překonat strach a spoléhat na Boží vůli?
LoL No wings – true, but we shall overcome. We must ~
Thank you for visiting! 🙂 The English only Uncle Tree
Thank God for Google translate…..in trust, we are waiting in the wings for our part to play out 😉
Close to, if knot, a modern miracle, it is. 🙂 Isn’t that exactly why we wait?
Simple words embedded to make one poignant poetry. Nicely written
Thank you, sir! 🙂 Nice to meet you!
Uncle Tree, I am always looking for inspiration to write from… I intend to borrow your poem and pic as my opener and give proper credits and links for it. Give me a shout if it isn’t cool.
Yes, you may! 🙂 Thank All Of You!
You’re welcome. Today it happened to land squarely where I am on my path. I need to cross that bridge, not necessarily burn it, but overcome the fear and just keep moving. It’ll post in a couple of days. I try to stay ahead a little.
Been there — done that — so do it every day. And stay “dead honest”.
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Exactly! Once the realization sets in,
so do the boards fill in the gaps ~ like magic.
A little faith, just the size of a mustard seed;
a little faith in your future self,
and a bit of love is all you need;
is all you need. Uncle Tree
Nice work … charge ahead.
As terrifying as it would be i want to cross that bridge! one day eh….. one day….. id better do it soon!
To practice what I preach, I must, Yolanda.
Nice to meet you! 🙂 Glad you liked this!
You can and will make it over safely, I believe. Once across,
we must continue to take risks to find our limits and our niche.
Time is on our side. No need to hurry. Best wishes to you! Uncle Tree
Rob’s final question: “Why do we need each other?”
I liked my answer, lol, so I’m gonna save it here. Chime in?
“We need each other in order to make our individual lives valuable.
We need people in order to exercise our innate willingness to serve
and entertain, and thus prop up our sense of self-importance.
Self-esteem equals an experienced and esteemed soul.
I see it as a sense of pride – the kind that lacks
the slightest hint of arrogance.
We need to have faith in each other, especially on the road.
You stay on your side, and I’ll stay on mine, and we can
easily pass each other, without either of us changing our beliefs.”
Is it need or is it fact that we are each other and there is no other when we come to rest. We feel need because of what initially stands between us and that’s placenta. We commit to physicality, to umbilical and forget in that dreadful gasping for breath that the air is free, and that tongues of fire have been hog-tied. Lol, I don’t need this! I see.
Speaking of piggies and placentas —
my um-biblical cord has been cut,
thus letting loose much useless hot air for free.
“Give me liberty, or…” a bottle of spirits longing
to be reincarnated in the bowels of Uncle Tree!
Cain’t move on without ’em. 😉
Dear Uncle Tree,
Thank you for visiting my site. My visit here has completely changed my life. After 80 years on this earth, I have just discovered that nepotism is not a vice but a virtue of the highest order.
Your grateful nephew,
What a difference a day makes — or can make. Huh, nephew?
Glad you found something to like here. 🙂 Thank you, Royce!
🙂 Thank you!
Nice poem and choice of picture. They go together quite well!
Thank you so much, Chris! 🙂 I’m glad to hear you liked this.
It’s a fine line to walk – the narrow way of pacifism;
the path well-protected by the warring kind;
the soldiers well-paid, well-fed, and well…broken down
until they are no longer an individual —
just another cell in a body of petri dishes doing battle.
Where turning the other cheek gets you dead pretty quick.
On another note:
If we finally find peace of mind in Heaven, who’s gonna want to rest?
The “meet and greet” sessions must be endless. My spirit moves…
Wow! You have quite the following! Thanks for reading my blog and liking it. Love this poem and photo to match…
Yes, Uncle Tree’s been around these parts for awhile.
But I tour the world, and get around pretty good for an
old stick in the mud. 😉 Nice to meet you! Glad you liked!
Thanks for visiting! Luvz and hugz, Uncle Tree
Always a wealth of blossoms and leaves and the odd stick in the mud where Uncle Tree is a-rootin! 😉
Thanks for the addition Dr. Living Stones!
Good to see you again…finally. 😉 Uncle Tree
is better now. Thank you! D3 @1000, I will try.
Nice poem and I love the old wooden swinging bridge! 🙂
Japanese Iris: https://michaelswoodcraft.wordpress.com/2014/06/06/japanese-iris-in-bloom/
Thank you, Michael! 🙂 An Iris lover, I am!
Nice to meet you! Have a great day! UT
“Move on”, that’s the words:) Thank you for sharing!
Outstanding! Makes one think! 😉
Thank you kindly, foxy lady! 😉 It is a day-to-day process.
Well, sure makes one wonder who someone could be, too.
Glad you liked enough to comment. Thank you! 🙂
Lovely, you’re very talented! 🙂
🙂 Thank you for the doubly-good compliment, Nina!
🙂 Thanks a bunch, Margaret! You have me singing…
Hi! I nominated you for a Black Wolf Blogger award. Check out my latest post for the further instructions:) Your blog is great and you are very talented!
Thank you for mentioning me, Inese!
Please, allow me to gracefully decline.
I’m very glad you’ve liked what you’ve seen. 🙂
I also appreciate the nice compliment.
Have a great weekend! Cheerz, Keith
Wonderful poem and such an outstanding photo…
Thanks for sharing, best wishes, Aquileana 😀
Thank you very much! 🙂 Nice to meet you, Aquileana!
Cool name, too. I enjoyed cruising your site today! Cheerz, Keith
Hello and thanks for the like. I like your bridge its so cool looking .Kind of reminds me of entering a haunted forest or something..
Glad you liked, Judith! 🙂 Thank you kindly!
You are welcome:)
Wow! I’m so excited to read more!
Thank you, Kris! 🙂
This is such an encouraging poem. At times it is hard to move on but move on one must… 🙂
Yes, we must, Nirma. Thank you! 🙂 Glad to hear you liked this mover.
Nice to meet you! Have a great day! Luvz and hugz, Uncle Tree
Thank you for visiting the post on Trees in Greenwich Park – it is quite a challenge to photograph trees!
You’re quite welcome, Candy! 🙂 Thank you for visiting Keith Watson
@ Uncle Tree’s House! Peace and luvz from the Sure-Good Forest ~
Moving on over boards carefully
as some of them are missing
and others won’t support my feet!
How very true! Thank you, Mary! 🙂 Life is a chalk-less hopscotch.
Great Poem. My grandfather owned a cabin and this very same kind of bridge was used to get from one side of the river to the other. It was an experience one never forgets. You captured the feelings exactly.
Thank you very much, Tina! 🙂 Glad to hear this one clicked for you.
That rickety old worn-out bridge to your grandpa’s cabin —
kinda makes me wonder if it’s still hanging there today.
Nice to meet you! Peace and luvz, Uncle Tree
Well, a summer storm finally laid the death blow to the original swinging bridge but they have replaced it since then with another cable/board bridge that has a stronger resilience. It still swings but the fear/exhilaration of using the old rickety one is missing. However, I haven’t been to the cabin in couple of decades now so the old bridge is the one I remember. Siblings and cousins testing their mettle by enduring the bouncing and extra swinging caused by their less compassionate or outright devilish compatriots. Nice meeting you as well. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks for filling me in, Tina! I know exactly what you mean.
Mean and rascally boys trying to scare girly girl cousins,
well, it didn’t swing that much, but it was fun to give it a go.
Our family reunions were in Weeping Water, Nebraska.
When we were young, an old bridge crossed a big crick there.
As youngish teens, we just crossed the newer bridge
so we could take the dirt road and get away from all the old fogies. 😉
Yes, that sounds about right. My granddad’s cabin was located in the northern clarion mountains of PA. The water was barely liquid due to it being snow melt.
This post is worthy of sharing, so I best do it right here.
Dear Uncle Tree, I’ve suddenly become a supporter of nepotism, at least here. You have made me realise that the bridge is one of the vital symbols or metaphors of today. There certainly is plenty of troubled water isn’t there? Thank you so much.
You’re welcome, Royce. I imagine, fallen trees were the first bridges.
Human ingenuity has only been around for a hundred thousand years. 😉
Are you familiar with the Grail stories? Regarding bridges —
Percival was searching for the Grail Castle, which one could only come upon unawares. After receiving directions from a fairy, Percival found the river and came upon a glass bridge. Trouble was — it was only built halfway across the water. Knowing what he had to do, regardless of the difficulty, Percival encouraged his steed to get on the bridge and go. As he neared the edge, the bridge broke loose from the bank, spun around, and reached the other side, allowing the cross to be made.
So, in order to go forward to the Land Of The Collective Unconscious,
clearly, he had to backtrack over the same “ground” he’d already
covered – (our pagan past).
A very cool bridge pic in Nepal — on top of the world they are!
Oh…the boards! Uncle Tree…I am so happy to visit here this morning 🙂 I had an intense fear of bridges in real life…never really understood the symbolism of that until this moment!! I have faced many fears and I know that I would rather come from Love in all situations. But looking at your bridge I am reminded of the journey, especially the times I traversed the rickety bridge with faith and love….and made it safely to the other side! Thank you so much for showing yourself to me 🙂 Lorrie
Exposing myself, yes. However risky, Lorrie. 😉 Nice to meet you!
Ah-ha! A moment transpired here this morning. Thank you for confessing!
If faith and love helps you stay focused and sure-footed,
then I hope and wish you the best trip over all your future
undertakings. 🙂 Peace, luvz, and hugz! Uncle Tree
Thank you for this lovely blessing!! And for sure…it was “a moment!” Much love right back atcha!!!
You’re welcome, Lorrie. Maybe, someday you will give me a moment. 😉
One can only hope!! 🙂
🙂 Thank you, Mina!
OK, I’m not going! 🙂
Oh, yes! 😉 You will.
Uncle Tree has ways ~
Wonderful poem. The meaning clear and comforting. Perfect photo too. I love those old swinging bridges, but even I’d hesitate to cross that one. 😉
Thank you so much, Elizabeth! 🙂 Nice to meet you! Cheerz, UT
‘If you stay put, you’ll get walked on.
A mid-life crisis often leaves one feeling past their prime, as we say,
but going back is not an option. There must yet be a way to “top” one’s, self, and continue to achieve, albeit, in a new and different manner.’ I like this…
Thank you, good sir! 🙂 Yes, mid-life applies to
me in this one, written a ways back in Time.
Guessing the age of one’s “passing” is very tough
to do. One hardly knows where the halfway point is.
From golfer/bowler/jock to the place where poetry rocks
in a tree, in his mind, on the screen, and through the ether.
Welcome to my world in a forest of dreams. What may come?
Best wishes to you, and thanks for commenting! Cheerz, UT
I’m sorry to bother you. I saw that you are following my blog. I really appreciate your support and viewership.
I am writing to you for help, if you can. I posted “Forgiveness” yesterday. Today it seems the content is gone, and the post is blank.
Since you liked it, I’m hoping I may be able to access the content somehow via you. Perhaps you have the post in an email, saved somewhere, have a tab open, a cached version, anything.
Any help you could offer would be extremely appreciated.
Gosh. I’m so sorry, Zoey. WordPress doesn’t give us a feature
to help something like that. And, I am far from a techie.
It was a good post. You can write it again. You can!
With hindsight, you will be more concise and thoughtful.
Been there, done that, girl. I believe in you. Cheerz, Uncle Tree 🙂
Yes you can, Zoey. I know the feeling…wipe out! I’ve found, just get started and all will be revealed again…with a few relaxing breaths first 🙂
I just ordered this book, Ed. Genesis has been fun. Time to move on. 🙂
“Pathways To Wholeness” by Renn Butler
I read about it here:
Ha, the revered Grof and his’ holotropic breathwork.’….I had a ‘friend’ took a Grof course when Grof last came to UK.I declined the opportunity on the grounds that messing with breathing scares me….deep-seated trauma of whooping cough at age three when I could not breath…not sure that I really wanted to anyway, in a war-2-torn world, but Mum wasn’t letting me off the hook….OMG! My friend sang great praises of Grof, but I’ve never seen or heard of him since. We were part of a little group studying Vern Woolf’s holodynamics at the time. All went their way 😉
I had an inkling I was indeterminate quite some time ago but I still haven’t made up my mind about that. If B is a feminine letter was breathing again a Blot on my copybook?
Wow, bruv. Can’t remember you telling me about that cough.
Glad to see you made it through long enough to end up here. 🙂
A letter; a sideways view of boobs; B is feminine? LoL News to me.
According to my notes, I read Stanislav Grof’s 1988 release,
“The Adventure Of Self-Discovery” in January of 2005.
After reading the above review, I wish I could go back in Time
and read my horoscope for August 11, 2001, and a couple others.
Truly interesting that they used the data to put forth a theory,
but it’s good Science, and I will keep that in mind as I read.
About Eugene Whitworth, I will say he got me out of my chair,
and reminded me of my true physicality — my genetic make-up.
On my 6-mile walks, which take right at 100 minutes,
I focus my attention on the air in front of my nose,
and count. 16 steps to each breath; 8 short snorts
through the nose to fill my lungs completely, and then
8 steps to release the air back out through the mouth.
Up hills, I change that to a 4 and 4 count for a couple minutes.
I do this until I get back home. It keeps my mind from wandering.
This I did, 9 out of the 10 days of my vacation. Now, I trek only
on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Still, it’s a good workout.
Come winter, that routine will most likely change. No surprise.
Getting “in shape” in hope of returning my lungs to a former condition.
They don’t put walkers in Rest Homes. Do they? My point exactly.
Uncle Tree is knot ready to change.
I am THE VOICE! with a Pause button. 😉
K speaks but the leaves mute. Victory lurks in a letter. 🙂
I’ve found a gem here …….. thanks for following me because I needed to find you ……… WOW
So very glad you liked this, Rachael! 🙂 Thank you!
Nice to meet you! Luvz and hugz, Uncle Tree
The mystical bridge…I would love to twirl on this..let go of fear..:) Beautifully penned Uncle Tree! 😀
On a mystical bridge such as this, I may have to cross
it several times before I’ll come to trust it. Then only,
will I give it a twirl. Even then, a life jacket might be wise.
Why fear fear? If we remain conscious of our cautiousness?
I don’t fear The Reaper. 😉 I don’t tempt him either.
Glad you liked this, Zara. Thank you kindly!
What a nice surprise! Absolutely, it’s okay! 🙂 Thank you kindly, Caro!
Did you draw that tree with the house in it ?
No, I did not. Aaron Pocock put my face in a tree. I got lucky.
It was my idea, but his creation. After 5 years, I’ve grown into it.
Hello Poet over the Willow
I could try thousands and thousands of times and never get to be so unusual as you on this theme….
That is a very creative AND uplifting compliment, Mirna.
Highly valued and appreciated, kind lady. ❤ Thank you truly! UT
Thank you for liking “Ghostly Ladies.” The sense of danger, fear, and suspense created by your poem and Anuradha Ratnaweera’s photo is compelling. Great job on this post! 🙂
Thank you very much, Arlene! 🙂 Glad you liked this. Welcome!
I really love this, Zac
Thank you, Zac! 🙂