Winter on a "long winding road," in Rhode Island.
A LONG WINDING ROAD
A long winding road
Down a shaded lane,
If I should follow it,
Would my travel be in vain?
Would I find a cottage fair,
By a shaded glen?
Would I see a meadow sweet,
In places I've not been?
A long winding road,
That leads to... I don't know where,
But I feel an urge to follow it,
To see what's over there.
When I see a road that's unknown,
I imagine secret places,
Hills and streams and waterfalls
And lots of friendly faces.
Freda Fullerton
May 8, 2012
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