POEM: The Trail Beckons Posted on December 12, 2020 by B Gourley The trail calls to me, its grass-fringed part curving gently, climbing upslope toward the trees, the forest that hides hints of a future, denying all hope of knowing what comes next. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
I love this verse. There are some adventures that call out to a person. They won’t be denied. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓
I love this verse. There are some adventures that call out to a person. They won’t be denied.
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