I hear my Barefoot humble song; br 'Thank you dear and it's of course a pleasant journey. br The grass whisper beautiful things to comfort the sole burns br But we infer that only a brief picnic and you are not a Grasshopper br anyhow? br We feel your weak heartbeat, the pulse that reminds br The destined mountain is near by and it never moves. br br (Dedication to my friend George.Murdock. Hey! There will be a new recruitment soon to our 'Grand Father's club' it seems.) br br * I think of Christ's resurrection on this Easter and feel of the heavy br cross which I carry onwards.