Poetry Archive
The Road
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The road goes on and on,
Down from the gate where it began,
Out oe'r the meadows and the hills,
Stretching as far as the eye can see.
It cuts through the rolling hills,
It leaps over the gurgling brooks,
It dives into valleys deep,
And snakes its way through the meads.
It leads on to an unknown end,
Twisting and turning all the way.
Far ahead the road goes on,
And I must follow with eager feet,
Through the day when grass flames green,
And under the sunlit bright blue sky;
Through the night when all goes dark,
And under the canopy of the starlit sky.
Many hidden, unseen gates I pass,
As I wend my way into the West.
Each gate, to a new road, leads,
Roads less traversed by......
Very soon a day will come,
When I shall take a hidden path,
And travel in the wide wild,
Lands of beauty without stain.
Out under the golden sun,
Out under the green trees,
Out in the moonlit night,
Listening to the whispering breeze....
Very soon the day will come,
When the path less trodden I take,
When this present life I leave,
To merge with the ageless wild......
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