Other poems tell of a path in poetry shared with people the author knows and loves, as well as strangers. Not a path to follow but a path made by walking - a kind of pilgrimage. And there are new poems too ...the walk, the story, the poetry go on ...See how they come: bare feet on the warm earth, disturbing the dust of ages, to the telling place where the joy of birth and beginnings is shared and the colours of hope imagined: for every baby born, a star for all life on earth, a story and a promise. (From A parable of being)