TheLonelyMountainLane©
2022Tony Fallon0718
I set out for the mountain to begin my hike
This was far more strenuous than a mobile bike
The wind was blowing briskly but was not a gale
Near the top I came across an abandoned trail
The grass was as dirty as an old brown stain
As it lies there dead beside the mountain lane
Which hibernating up the deserted slope
Seemingly with no future and gives off no hope
I had left behind the lush green valley and plain
Nor were there flower scents on this lonely lane
There were no birds or bees or other earthly sound
Nor were there signs of animals on the ground
It was hard to imagine here a love affair
For it seemed to give off a bleakness of despair
To walk alone in such gloom I was most afraid
Lest I should die of fright and be found decayed
Should I go on or turn to the left or right
The fear of the unknown had cast me in plight
Yet due to the new moon in my breast lingered hope
I should not go back but check out the other slope
On the other side there may be a happy elf
By lingering I may be unfair to myself
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