And doth' she roams the
winding road, 'tween the
sky and tree clad mountain.
Past rippling stream, hallowed
lakes and crystaline blue fountain.
And yes expanses
seem to tire upon
redundant field.
in honey like waves, gold and
brown that bring the soul to feel.
So forward I ride with no
concern of selfish mans
Sad folly.
Inspired by view of pretty brush,
oak, ash, and holly.
Be brave! I ride the road
that seems to have seen
no end.
missed is nothing I've seen
it all upon the path I wend.
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