The trails I blaze
Are trails of old,
My footsteps fresh,
Though the paths are worn;
The day brand new
Though in ages past
Others made way
Into this promised land.
And now I stand
And gaze beyond
This present point
In silent song,
My heart drawn forth,
The dust behind….
Frontier summons
To pioneer life.

                         A.D.W.

March 2007