Beautiful!I just canNOT believe that I just found this thread! WOW...we have some talent on here. I'm going to start by reposting a poem I posted in Crossing the Bridge. It was written several years ago for a friend who had lost their cat and was heartbroken.
Pawprints in the Summerland
There are pawprints in the Summerlands,
For I have seen them there.
They flirt in the shadows along
Tumbling, laughing streams.
They pace majestically over
The Bones of the Mother
Thrust through the Earth
On mountain tops...
They flow gently through
Meadows filled with flowers
Or gambol beneath willows,
Dancing among the red capped mushrooms
of Faery Rings lit by the full moon...
So often the footprints of children
Run beside them, these pawprints,
And the somehow slow footprints of the elders...
They keep company with our furred ones,
Our feathered ones,
And yes, even our scaled ones
Who shared our homes and share our hearts even yet.
Sometimes those prints turn back,
Back towards the Bridge
For they are mindful of us,
And await our coming
For us to add our prints
in joyous reunion.
There are pawprints in the Summerlands,
For I have SEEN them there.