PATHS

PATHS – eab’s 1^st poem written as an adult, for which I have a copy.

An open field not hindered by a fence

But rolling on to the horizon,

And a wooded land without a zone

Or a deep valley forest that is dense;

 

Is each, in its separated way,

More enhanced and enchanted by a path;

If large or small be the limits it hath,

It matters not, or if made at night or day.

 

Paths are used by animals of many kinds:

Milk cows, horses, rabbits, and rats

Wild deer, sheep, and the proverbial ants;

Each path so different in what it finds.

 

Trails and paths are enjoyed and needed by man

Whither in foreign, or native wood or field.

Each to him a different scene may yield

And make going easier where they can.

 

Paths are made by treading and wear

In various places, be it valley or hill,

Or by a spring or along a rill;

And are used till they become bare.

– eab, Oct. ’64