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 Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)