The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And wither then? I cannot say.
Cairn o'mount, a place where I love to walk, the boots lined up wait patiently by the door for the touch of my hand and gently call, 'let's go', 'lets go'..