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
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