The Trail Poem by White Tiger

This lonely trail, beneath my feet
Surrounded by trees and a stunning creek

It twists and turns like a slithering snake
And away from its path, there's a mirrored lake

Through this trail, of dried up leaves
That fall endlessly, from a-top the trees

There are beavers, by a lonely damn
To where the edges of the path expand

And on this trail beneath my feet
Exists a bond, that is burried deep

There are memories past from long ago
Within this trail, one day I shall know.


C. Vergara
10.14.2007