The builders of the road have left.
Local animals use the trail each day.
I watch carefully, but there is nothing.
Rumors claim that the way is haunted.
I don’t believe that fantasy.
I debate whether to mark the way for others.
My friends say the hidden should remain obscure.
Others want me to explore and share.
Myself, I try to protect the mystery.
W. Wayne B.
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