The mountain road was a lonely drive.
The path was grown up with brush.
The fluttering canopy was beautiful.
In the clearing I saw a fox.
Once the scattering birds had left,
I was alone in a world from past ages.
My way home was illuminated
by the golden sun in the west.
My day had been happy and I smiled.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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