A Poem: “The way through the woods” by Rudyard Kipling
Shamelessly altered to capture my fall in the pitch black woods!

There is a road through the woods
Built many years ago.
maudsleybridgeRocks and roots hide along this trail,
Just where you never know.

Yet, if you enter the woods,
On a summer morning dark,
You might hear my runners feet,
Pacing quickly through the park,

As though I knew where to place
Each and every stride
This old lost road through the woods,
has many roots to hide…

I find there is no place that’s sure
along this wooded bend.

So I have several wounds to hide,
and pride in need of mend.

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