Trails
Trails lead through the morning woods
a man can follow if he wants
and take to foot if he so choose
in quietness, there is confidence
Through thistle, thorns, adversity
the going's for the scenery
while trails may crook, be blocked by limbs
the joy is in the finding again
As silent thoughts accompany
there are no finer thoughts than these
for in the end, the hunt proceeds
men follow trails to see where they lead.
