Saturday, January 24, 2009


Down the winding path I trod
Over misty morning sod,
And when I had a choice to make
Should the lesser path I take?
I chose instead the wider street,
For I knew a friend I’d meet.

1 comment:

  1. Along the winding path I slog,
    I've still not started up my blog;
    But when I do, I want to show
    Some writing that can match Thoreau.
    So when I'm ready, may I quote
    That splendid rhyme that Susan wrote?