A Pebble On The Mountain
Thirty years have laid my surface bare,
Padded shape and painted silver hair.
They’ve leant my mind a different point of view
And blinded eyes that once looked up to you.
Thirty years laid waste the dreams of youth
Controlling my achievements with the truth.
And thirty years have opened up my eyes
I see how far I am from being wise.
Thirty years once seemed so far away
But now it seems I started yesterday
Along a road that traveled much too fast,
A blur of motion as it spiraled past.
Thirty years is just a knot in time;
A pebble on this mountain that I climb.
Born in Calgary, Alberta, Pam Murray has been writing poetry since the mid-1960’s. She was married for over 41 years and has two daughters, a son-in-law, and a grandson. Pam has been published in a variety of venues. Her proudest writing accomplishment was a poem she wrote for a United Way fundraiser, which was later framed with a French translation and hung on the wall of the legislature in Ottawa, Canada. To her, poetry is a transposition of a vision she sees in her mind. Writing and crocheting are her passions.