Tread: An Ode to Svante the Svede
By Connie Chandler
We’ve been through a lot in eight years -
Mud, Gravel, Snow, Sand
Grass, Carpet, Wet Cement
And even shallow pools of water.
We’ve made designs, made a mess, and made our mark.
We weren’t afraid to plunge in, plow ahead, and push forward.
Every time we were on the edge of something new, I felt you whisper, “Go!”
Everywhere we went, our tread told a story.
Sometimes we needed a little help –
We slipped out of control,
We spun until we were stuck,
We stumbled and stopped at stairs, curbs, and potholes.
But sometimes we were smooth sailing -
Hiking mountain trails, zipping along greenways,
Crossing bridges, exploring paths with hidden endings,
Further up and further in, faster and vaster than I thought life could be.
And in those moments, I didn’t feel like I was sitting down.
I didn’t feel weak or limited or helpless.
I felt powerful and adventurous and truly me…
I felt free.