Twenty steps forward,
Many steps back:
So flows the mighty river in the flood
When ripples skip and jump and run
As if there is a race to be won
But can only mix foamy bubbles with the mud
And the ripples only reverse track
Farther now from where they went toward.
Would not the water all more smoothly go
If at a balanced pace it all could flow?
But no! Roaring on the waters crash
And so do many men all race and dash
To meet their need but only seem to
Backtrack, befuddled and in rue.
Perhaps if we might learn to walk
Gradually, forwards have we then traversed
And achieve the dreams now only talk
Instead of staying futilely reversed.
By Elisabeth Smith ‘28, Co-Assistant Editor-in-Chief
28esmith@montroseschool.org
