This lonely trail, beneath my feet
Surrounded by trees and a stunning creek
It twists and turns like a slithering snake
And away from its path, there's a mirrored lake
Through this trail, of dried up leaves
That fall endlessly, from a-top the trees
There are beavers, by a lonely damn
To where the edges of the path expand
And on this trail beneath my feet
Exists a bond, that is burried deep
There are memories past from long ago
Within this trail, one day I shall know.
C. Vergara
10.14.2007
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