In the beautiful valley of Somewhere
Lies a woodland green and lush
Where the melody of a songbird
Scatters the evening hush
The dewdrops are sparkling softly
On the bluebells, violets and rose,
And through the slanting sunshine
A moss-covered footbridge shows.
Meandering footstones are leading
Leading me who-knows-where?
Sometimes through wildflower meadows,
Sometimes near the wolf and the bear.
Flat rugged stones of beauty
Marking the pathway for me
But in the deepening darkness
They fade to obscurity.
A tiny frail lantern is lifted
As I pick my way through the gloam
This lovely, faint footpath I'll cherish
For it is guiding me home.
Marilyn Friesen
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