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Writen at a time when I was freed to follow my oan road |
Riding down the road. My life begins to unfold. Advents of the past, Memories are all that last. Dreams of what’s to come, Visions of what must be done. A past of pleasure and pain, As nature's sunshine and rain. A future or uncertainty and wonder, As natures wind and thunder. A present of searching high and low, As natures hail and snow. At the end of the road I see the light, I know someday life will be a beautiful sight. Sue K July 24 1995 |