Following a trail of thoughts,
That was paved in my mind.
Seeing the signs ahead,
Warning of traps I'd find.
Proceeding with caution,
Until a bend in the road came.
No signs to direct me,
It's here my thoughts did wane.
Never-the-less I choose
The one that was less traveled.
At least in my minds eye,
It was the one unraveled.
Little did I know or see,
The dangers that lay ahead.
But that did not deter me,
As I sped without dread.
Best wishes,
Diana....
Ron
I hope you're feeling better. I meant to send you an email full of good wishes and prayers, but somehow I didn't do it. Sorry!
Love,
Connie
budd
and left a spoon. :)