Fence posts mark the border

From which I mustn’t stray

The winding path before me

Will lead me on my way

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Shaded by the hush of trees

Rustled gently by a breeze

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Where I can wander on the hills

Until the days when I grow old

A journey off the guided path

To wrap myself in gold

©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo/Artwork by Trini Lind of The Paths of the Spirit  Used with permission.  Thank you!