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