Continuing to spread a bit of light and pleasure to those confined during the current crisis. See post 1, here, for an explanation.
This is the second post.
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An Old Road Now Resting.
How many iron-shod feet trod this once road?
In another century this way carried goods,
Transported people from village to town.
These verdant guardians then were
But dreams of what might be,
And the sloping valley walls
Lay raw from disgorged stone, coal, iron,
As the raucous grinds of industry
Made profit for the privileged few
Employment for the serving many.
But that was many decades past
And now the winding way bears
Only narrow pairs of wheels,
The hiking soles of boots well worn,
And occasional pleasure ponies.
And the clanking noise has now
Become the soughing breeze through boughs
And the spring exuberance of singing birds