Where Led That Path Not Taken

Where Led That Path Not Taken Where led that path not taken a tramp into a mist of waving grain Away from this God forsaken racing for ever more foolish gain How stands the present crop thistles and thorns by the wayside Will this marathon stop seeking my shelter calm Bay-side Will time dare to yield harvest of sweet, delightful fruits Can I drop my old shield steady in faith of my parental roots Where led that path not taken a tramp into a mist of waving grain Away from this God forsaken racing for ever more foolish gain Robert J. Lindley 02, 23, 1990 Note: This from my private journal. Hope you may enjoy...