A High Way

by B-Miles Jackson

Joy, laughter fills the air,
Can't stop singing.
The sorrow of others they bear,
A highway and a road will be there.
Up right, young and old - future bright,
Moving to life's requirements,
Following the road to enlightenment.
Work from dawn to dust;
Never changing, helping others,
Freely giving a must.
A highway shall be there and a way,
The ransomed shall return by that road.
The redeemed shall walk,
That road that leads to the highway.

In The Courtyard

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Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.

Last updated April 22, 2015