Saturday, December 10, 2011

A path less trodden...

I was travelling on the trodden path. 
But I took a left, 
A detour through the pine woods, wooden bridge over the soft-gurgling brook. 
The sunlight gleaming over the carpet of grass. 
A camp-fire under the starry sky. 
Past the gushing falls and into the meadows, 
the wind whistling through the cleft of the towering, snow capped ranges. 
As the sun dipped below
the faraway horizon. 
The shadow of darkness fell, 
a wrong step, and into the gorge;
The hope, the dream,
lost forever.
Oh bloody hell!

Moral of the story: The path less trodden, is less trodden for a reason. I have to admit though, it was fun while it lasted.

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