The Winding Road Poem by Meg Meg

The winding road,
it always turns,
away from the place
where fire burns

It burns the city,
it burns the town,
it burns the people
and it burns the Crown.

So, the road does not take you,
that fearful way,
but closer to
the majestic bay,

When you are lost,
not sure where to go,
just follow the road,
and soon you will know,

If you just keep walking,
soon you will find
at the end of the road,
a home so kind.

Keep on the road,
follow the way
and the you'll find,
it's true what they say.

The grass is greener,
the sky more blue,
the sunset more beautiful,
a heavenly hue.