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INDIAN TRAILS
RD
What child is there who has not found A place that he fain would call
Indian trails.
A path that winds among the trees, Away from the world and prying eyes
Of pesky adults.
Along a hillside, up and down;
By the big tree, (where secrets are hid),
To the steps.
Steps overgrown and broken down, Where some rite had been performed
So long ago.
On now, dry leaves a-whispering there; Wild flowers in profusion abound,
To hide the trail.
Trees and vines intertwine overhead; Birds and butterflies whisk to and frot:
'T il the end.
The path now gon~, continue on, Until the destination's reached---
The look-out.
A huge old tree with gnarled roots, Where the In~ian warrior glimpsed
The wnites' arrival.
There to play 'til shadows lengthen, Warning brave the spell is ended---
Another day.
--Terry Irwin--
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