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.PrintWhatsAppMoreShare on TumblrTweetEmailLike this: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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