Before Me, The Highway

Before me, the highway —
wide, easy,
not without its charms, and yet
To the side, a rough
winding wee pathie of a thing,
barely trodden.

I will go.
I will add
to these lightly-trod paths.
And in treading them,
leave them deeper
for those who come after.

(See? It is not all unknown.
Someone has passed this way before.)

Tread lightly,
but go.

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written 22 August 2023.
Aden Park, Old Deer, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

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