Something more than a trail
Or an ancient path
Or wagon wheel ruts;
A human hand
Has placed these stones
In the woods just so.
Signposts optional
On the gravel;
Landmarks prevail –
Turn right
At the old hickory,
Where branches beckon
With crooked arms.
The road crunches
With distinct echoes
Under heavy wheels
And cautious feet,
Almost natural
Like us.
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