The Grit and the Gravel

As the grit and gravel spread out before me
The fallen limbs befitted with moss
The northern breeze unsettled the branches
That formed the arbor under which I crossed

With bark lined walls befallen with debris
The turn up ahead towards the water’s edge
Could take the ground from under your feet
Turn grit to plank over the waterfall’s crest

The impervious rumble over rocks so smooth
Down the bank towards the weathered ‘stead
Through stitches of roots like saplings’ feet
Would cause a near tumble of foot over head

On a path full of grit and gravel I tread
Towards my own haven, evermore I’ve been led