The Road

I walk down a road on my way home it gets dirty at times many bumps to oversee with pebbles in the way I have to watch out for the holes not to fall upon to be stumbled and weak Look now there is the creek Providing all around with water and transporting nutrients I come upon the bridge That continues to show me across the road I am walking Giving a way to overpass My feet once would hurt on this road home But now I have the best shoes as if I am gliding I come across many signs some say turn left some say turn right some forsee a dead end But I will continue to go straight to follow the one way in route avoiding all uturns For I am being guided and pulled toward my home