Hack Divine

The morning task, since I’m inclined: to hike out in the glorious wood, and clear a path, with all that does entail. But Missy does not seem to mind, in fact, to her, it even seems good, as patiently, she sits and wags her tail. And so we hack small trees and vines, drag rotted logs and flip small boulders, and bit by bit, a hiking trail is formed. I look back on this path of mine, so much improved as I’ve grown older, and like this trail, I too have been reformed. This path through God’s world truly is divine. ---------- This is an odd one - a Raconteur of 13 lines: 8a:9b:10C:8a:9b:10C:8D:9e:10F:8d:9e:10F:{8|10}D The capital rhymes denote the same end rhyme, but, for instance, 'door' and 'adore' would fit... Found this over at Poet's Collective in their index.