I wondered thru a wood today, unbidden and uncalled
It lead me up a hill, unknown to me before
And there in the middle of the forest
I found the steps - there were only three
The house above must have burnt
Because trees grew all around
Only 3 beautiful blue green steps
The led I know know not where
My thoughts went all round as I wondered
Just who jused those, the steps, did little girls or boys
Come there to play and run up and down
What kind of house must have been up the hill
The craftmentship of those beautiful steps
With a just a little; moss so blessed for me to see
And wonder about the history behind these steps
How many snows had fallen
How many springs had come
And who above the steps had lived just up the hill
I ran my hand across the steps
Smooth from times gone by
I'll come by here again, for peace is there
And memories from long ago
Just 3 steps, but what a story they could tell
If words came forth from the blue and green steps
Written by Jo Carey
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