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This foot-swept path

threads it's way

between gnarled trunks of brown and grey

without apparent reason,

and who of us can say

what was the intended destination?

as seemingly it chose its own direction,

maybe it stems from some ancient badger track

then upgraded to shortcut,

a quick rout back

                                    To where?

🌷(4)

◄ PAUL ( A second time round for this poem )

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Flyntland

Mon 5th Sep 2022 08:16

Thank you to the two Stephens abd to Holden, comments and likes are so encouraging.

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Flyntland

Sun 4th Sep 2022 12:40

Thank you for your comment Keith, this is a very simple poem - no hidden meaning which I suppose is unfashionable- it reflects my love of walking 'off the beaten track' with my beloved collies (long gone)and is one of my 'close to the earth' poems.

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keith jeffries

Sat 3rd Sep 2022 21:37

Many such trails exist with their own history which defy logical explanation but have become reused to accommodate our own ways of reaching or avoiding places. Local fauna foraging
perhaps. A poem to ponder on.
Thank you for this
Keith

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