Poetry

The Lighted Path

The lights luminate for safeties sake, The gravel spilling over it’s walls.

Carefully making it to the dock on the lake, walk on me the lighted path calls.

The retaining wall with caps as white as snow, brighter than the path they glow.

The path marking which way to go, I get lost more than you know.

The basket hang beautifully so, beside them the bird feeders sit.

I take the path as far as I can go, The path not safe, not one bit.

The path uneven more than you know, Be sure to watch where you go.