The Detour

I took a detour once,

a rude road I'd not seen.

Each rut, each rock, brought longing

for the path I had to leave.

I stumbled on and on

but reached my journey's end.

Refreshed, content, I gazed around--

No planed road entered in!

                    Steve Dunn Hanson

 

 

 

 

 

  Pitesti, Romania, 2008

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