DOWN THE WINDING ROAD

THE WINDING ROAD

          by M. J. WALDOCK

Down the winding road

I see a pretty flower

I stop to smell its luscious scent

And stay there for a while.

The sun begins to fade

The rain begins to pour

It hits the ground with such a pound

The flower was no more.

Down the winding road

I see a fluffy cat,

I stop to stroke its silky fur

And take a little nap.

There came a nasty thud

It sounded like a clap.

And then I heard this raspy voice

Say scat you ugly cat.

Down the winding road

I see a feeble man

I stop to say “How do you do”

And take his trembling hand.

He said I’d like to walk

For just a little while

My legs are old and I am tired

I’ll never make a mile.

Down the winding road

I see a spreading tree

I climb its branch right to the top

And there’s the shining sea.

I am a bit surprised

The road it winds no more

There is a straight and narrow path

Directly to the shore.

And so the winding road

Has finally seen its time.

The only place it twists and winds

Is in the shadows of my mind.