My grandmother memorized this poem a long time ago but cannot remember two of the lines or the author. We think it was written before 1935. Thanks in advance to anyone who can identify it.
We met one day at the crossroad
And talked for an hour or so
Your hand touched mine for a moment
Before you turned to go.
I wanted to follow you over the world
And carry my share of the load
I wouldn't have minded the weariest hill
If we had been pals on the road.
But the wind of adventure was in your hair
And the noon day sun was high
You only paused to tell me your dreams
Then we kissed and said good-bye.
Bravely I smiled when we parted
For you were so eager to go
I watched til you reached the turning
Then wept, but you didn't know.
But God, please grant before my journey ends
Our paths will cross again.
Edited 2 time(s). Last edit at 03/26/2009 07:29PM by etworcester.
What country did your grandmother live in, ET?
She is from the USA. She has lived in the southeast (mostly Alabama and Florida) all her life.