| On Familiar Ground A path had lead me to a barren patch, A traveler's fate met with many times, And always I ventured for a match Who might -- who knows? -- take me for a catch Or at least justify my choice betimes. So why this day did I glance back? The trail that trailed had the most odd allure That I made the choice and took the track From which I'd come, reck'ning long the fact It held those bridges burnt in store. My thoughts paced to a familiar beat: "I've changed my mind. My mind is changed." A path much beaten yet it came complete With native plants to tend and roots to eat And tracings of a life to rearrange. Tastes too had shifted or else were lost, As fine old dogmas now came to seem Flights of youth flown at shocking little cost -- Now one even feels that a man named Frost Does well to write upon a winter's theme. |
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