The Trail Wound Through The Woods Poem by William L Roberts

The trail wound down and passed a lake.
Being in need of a rest,
I sat on a rock and looked across.
Since I could see the other side,
I knew it was the past
I was looking at.
A half hidden land of rolling hills,
Of houses and verdant green,
Where troubles, I felt, were seldom seen.
There I knew my family lived
And most of my friends.
I felt still with sadness -
I thought I saw you walking on the distant sands.
If I had a boat
Or was on good terms with the fish,
I'd cross back to live amongst you all again.

I chanced to think of Lot's wife and her wish
After a time I stood and got myself moving.