The Stepping Stones

I have my yellow boots on to walk

Across the shires where I hide

Away from my true people and all

I can’t put easily into my life.

So you will see I am stepping on

The stones between the runnels getting

Nowhere nowhere. It is almost

Embarrassing to be alive alone.

Take my hand and pull me over from

The last stone on to the moss and

The three celandines. Now my dear

Let us go home across the shires.