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Our Path, Every Path - Nov. 10, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Nov 10
  • 1 min read

there are days we really miss

and days we’re delighted to see go

 

that’s the trail we each have,

sections that left scars from

brambles and bushes

 

and portions we loved to walk and

still re-walk, pulling weeds and

snapping branches to keep clear

 

we add benches to those places

to sit when we’re old

 

places the moon loves to light

when it sees we need help

remembering

 

or

 

when one more dawn

is just too far away

 
 
 

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