THE LITTLE ROAD

By: Nancy Bryd Turner

A little road was straying

across a little hill.

 I asked, "May I go with you road"?

It answered, "If you will".

Twas travel-stained and shabby,

And dust was on it's face.

Said I: "How fine to wander free

to every lovely place"!

"If you're off to mountains, or

if you are off to sea,

if you're bound across the world.

It's all the same to me".

We loitered in the sunlight,

We journeyed on together:

The sky was like a bluebird's wing,

The wind was like a feather.

We passed a rudy robin

Who called, "How do you do"?

Some daisies shook their bonnets back

and begged, "Aw, take us too"!

A squirrel briefly joined us,

A brook came hurrying down;

We wandered through a meadow green,

and by a busy town.

When dusky twilight met us,

No feet so slow as mine.

"Why there's a little house," I said,

"With windows all ashine".

"Perhaps since night is nearing,

I'd rather rest than roam".

"I knew you would said Little Road;

"That's why I brought you home"!