Friday, May 16, 2014

One more poem by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Pilgrim

This is a road
One walks alone;
Narrow the track
And overgrown.

Dark is the way
And hard to find,
When the last village
Drops behind.

Never a footfall
Light to show
Fellow traveler--
Yet I know

Someone before
Has trudged his load
In the same footsteps--

This is a road. 


Achieving a grateful exit

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