Somewhere In Between

Wandering aimlessly passing signs from time Strolling down a woodland path Looking for inspiration, to finish my rhyme Childhood memories making me laugh The park we go to isn't the same anymore Born no more than a few blocks down the street Elements etched to my very core Somewhere in the middle is where we will meet My woodland path is close to home Never straying far from this place The only paths I've ever known No more do I find my Grama's face Missing you Grama everyday 1925-2008 Inspired by a fellow poet named Constance La France and her contest A Woodland Path