Tracks
I stopped beside the winding track
And from my shoulders let slip the pack
I sat amid the silent trees
And felt the coolness of the breeze
And as I sat I mused and thought
Upon the hands this track had wrought
The hands that cut and cleared the way
To make it easy, lest we should stray
So long ago now it all seems
Since saw did cut and axe did gleam
And forests echoed to their sound
When early feet did tread the ground
So when you tramp on down the tracks
Think on those that bent their backs
To show the way through forest green
So we may walk ’neath towering leaves.
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