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Saturday, April 17, 2010

"Hidden Pathways"

Other than the sound of the train in the distance
That rumbles along on the track
Many times I've succumbed to its pull
Never bothering to look back
Endless hills that met with fields
Miles of silent corn
Grazing cattle looking on
A scarecrow in the shadows forlorn
Old farm homes that seem to know
Paths of the wayfaring man
Who wanders aimlessly over the prairies
Like tumbleweeds upon flagstone
That smolder in the sand
This field of dreams over a horizon
That never seems to end
Along the old dirt trail and beyond
Where a heart can slowly mend
Flowers do not offend me
Neither do the trees
Quietly observing the rabbit in the distance
Absorbing the slight of a breeze
Timeless chapters in an open book
Under skies of blue
Dirt trails hidden in time
In the midst of the morning dew

~Moses~
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