The Pathway

The Pathway

There’s this pathway leading yonder, way beneath the wood,
A little trail I’ve made by coming here, every time I could,
I watch fish as they flounce, all about in the little stream,
And wonder at the beauty of the hillside, or if its just a dream.

There’s a pathway over the way a bit, where I go to pick a flower,
Many dogwood blooming there, I could stay hour after hour,
And the blackberries are so wonderful, to bake into a lovely pie,
Only remembering my family who is gone now, I seem to always cry.

There’s a pathway across the road from my loving Aunt, I walk there,
Alongside with my true love, we saunter along with hardly a care,
Sometimes we see deer tracks, again wild violets in the Spring,
Blooming along the hill side, as beneath the Sweet gums we sing.

Everywhere are wild flowers all along the path to the grassy dell,,
But my favorite path takes me back home again, this is where I dwell,
Wild roses around the orchard, apple trees all in bloom again this year,
Peach trees pink with blossoms, with the honey bees all astir.

Down in the meadow the kine graze, with a flicker of their tail,
Keeping flies off, as with all the green grass, their bellies swell,
The sheep baaing, stream flowing slowly, as along the trail we go,
But most of all, the aroma of the flowers of Springtime lets me know.

Just how sweet it is to walk the pathway of life, and onward go,
Awake tomorrow, and know there’s someplace wonderful that I know,
Will be here for my lifetime and the ones before and after me you see,
Because I am teaching my young to enjoy all the beauty of the land and the sea

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