Camino Diary Entry #42 -The Finale

#42 Donald’s View (A very private musing of no poetic skill)

I’m a tag-along Ted and Donald’s my name
Herbert’s ahead and sometimes behind,
we share the same view, we’re two of a kind.

I am the eyes at the back of your head,
Donald’s the name, I’m a tag-along Ted

I’m strapped to your back pack for safety and view
I see the old and you just the new.

Forever you worry – turn right or left ..?
I sense this is life not just on the trek.

You only see what lies ahead
My outlook so different,
I only look back
I’m the rear view strapped to your pack.

Towns and villages nestle in hills.
You scan the horizon for sign of relief
Always you drift in your head to the end
But what about now ?
– and the step on this bend?

Hear the birds and the crickets in song

Drink in the moment it soon will be gone.

What I see is where we have been
My eyes linger where maybe you missed

I am the eyes in the back of your head
Donald’s the name, I’m a tag-along Ted

At night when I’m tucked under your arm
Its my job to check you come to no harm
And then while you sleep, I stay awake,

I whisper the colours, the sounds, the scents too
I share in your dreams and paint for you
all that I saw from strapped on your pack,
the view that’s important,

the view from the back.

I am the eyes in the back of your head,
Donald’s the name, I’m a tag along Ted!

By Donald