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Where the Road Ends

Where the road ends The road ends by the edge of the woods at the end of the shortest day when there is no place left to travel to and no place left for us to stay. The way narrows slowly ‘til it falls onto a path and at long last it lessens still where it leads down the valley to the bottom of a hill crossing a vine laden stream hidden from the sun and there it ends in the waning hours of dreams as if it had never begun.

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Date: 3/7/2018 1:26:00 PM
This one is heart-felt, and soul-heard.
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Ej Sansam
Date: 3/7/2018 2:18:00 PM
Caren, thanks for your comments...most folks find it hard to read me...you do.
Date: 3/7/2018 1:23:00 PM
A wonderful tribute and reminder we are never on our own.
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Date: 3/7/2018 12:59:00 PM
Your imagery pulls your poem into New Orleans for me. Thank you.
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Date: 3/7/2018 12:56:00 PM
This poem has me smiling, without fully understanding why. It is so pretty!
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