A Tribute To ANTONETTE

AN ABANDONED ROAD

There is a path now where once there was a road

Where smooth brown earth and jaded rocks

Fell away in deep depression

The trail of wheels and neighing horses and of lighter walks

It grows thick and tall, the grass that was once held at bay

Dared not to rise where tramping feet would crush

But staged on edge where cruel ungainly winds

Vent their wrath unceasingly with rain and dust

It has conquered now, for slowly the grinding ceased

And the lighter steps dwindled with the laughter it had known

It dared to rise between the ruts and bend

To hide the scars from some stray steps that roam

And intrude upon their sanctuary, where conquered winds

Hold not the lash of yore, but with gentleness obey

The lull moods of quiet rains, the brushed air

That shrouds the stillness of an abandoned road