The stone road breaks at the crossroads...|
Three other dusted paths to choose,
But straight upon these stones, i continue,
Due North with nothing to loose!
'Tis noon in the deep country vale-
Pastoral themes, lead me ever onward...
As a ship upon the ocean, i sail...
Pine trees and floral arbors, pass me by-
I am lead, by the sweet aromas of
Blossom from the once buds are blooming,
And all of the sweet songbirds, sing...
Melodious 'tis their journey,
Appealing, to my pupil and my nose-
Upon rustic stones, i continue to travel-
For, i shall know, when i have arrived,
At destinys home...
Spring time, please remember,
From far back, in my awkward
And then take a look, at whom i have
A wintry woman, bathed in the 'Light
Of Gods Truth'
By Theodora Onken
© 2017 Theodora Onken
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