Stages of Thought

Field bound, lazing in the warmth of a still spring day

while time sleeps by as the murmur of a brook in summer heat.

Glowing in the embrace of one that loves without question

we think in quiet voices of dreams, what mays, and life’s small victories.

Harnessed as the plow horse in the sweat of honest labor

while pressed with endless gravity upon every forward movement.

Glowing in the fellowship of reaching common goals

we think in reaching strides of wondrous methods and new horizons.

Set free as a river that flows beyond a dam

while weariness creeps in of our time spent so dearly.

Glowing with the love of those we helped on their way

we think of witnessed wonders and days gone by.

Another poem I wrote is in the link below. It is of the same general process of thought. If you enjoyed 'Stages of Thought', you may enjoy 'Waning' as well. I am not promoting the Deadbeat poets literary blog, although there is some good work there; I am unable to make a hub of 'Waning' as it was published on their site prior to my entries at HubPages.