A Woodland Path
A woodland path in the dappled sun
Hushed and quiet
The scar of years of footsteps
A vein the runs through nature
Like blood through my limbs
A historical emblem of numerous journeys
Nameless travelers
With a common destination
As clearly, not a foot has strayed
This woodland path
The essense of mystery
Proof of life's history
Stories of exploration and movement we will never know
Except that they existed
The sun sparkles and flickers through the trees
Down to this woodland path
On which
I feel very small
And very humble and young
And very real.
A Woodland Path 6/9/11
Lauren Hornaday
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