Down the lonely path I roam,
To what place, I do not know.
Thick with tree,
So lush and green
To where it leads are sights unseen.
I follow this path
Which twists and turns
Through gorse and heather,
Over creeks and burns,
Continuing on, not minding the weather.
Meandering on along the trail
Past a waterfall and around the bend,
I find myself nearing the end.
Moving on, the track descends
Emerging at a loch’s edge.
Water laps gently onto the shore;
A beautiful day to be out-of-doors.
Abandoned boats rest nearby.
Tranquil and still, the loch there lies
Reflecting images of the sky.
How glad I am I chose to roam
In a place I did not know.
What a sight that I have seen,
A loch so lovely and pristine
Here among a land so green.
a path everyone has to take somehow…
well written….
Thanks for sharing!
every path is a journey and everyone has a journey to make. thrilled you enjoy my work.
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http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/10/04/what-can-you-see/