Helen C Capan
The Muddy Path - Poem by Helen C Capan
The path I walk is a muddy one,
Far from the congested highway,
Without green signs and the flashing lights,
It’s charm lies within its few stones.
The stones most common yet seldom seen
By drivers of flashy, fast cars,
Have tales to tell of the days of yore
When girls upon horses kissed boys.
The mysterious lack of its stones,
A clue to a change in ways,
A whisper caught by the naked eye,
Confirms that men love their high speeds.
”Muddy paths are not always unbearable to walk.”
Comments about The Muddy Path by Helen C Capan
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
- Still I RiseMaya Angelou
- The Road Not TakenRobert Frost
- If You Forget MePablo Neruda
- DreamsLangston Hughes
- Annabel LeeEdgar Allan Poe
- IfRudyard Kipling
- Stopping By Woods On A Snowy EveningRobert Frost
- Do Not Stand At My Grave And WeepMary Elizabeth Frye
- TelevisionRoald Dahl
- I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouPablo Neruda