THESE WELL WORN PATHS

As I walk these well worn paths

Of stone and slate and shale

Trodden before by man and beast

What secrets and stories do they hold

Within their stone hearts

Tales of happiness and joy

Sadness and sorrow

O how I wish they could talk and tell me

And then I wonder unto myself

What will they make of me

Of my stories my joy my sorrow

Of my stories many long forgotten

Of the secrets I hold and the stories I’ve told

The dreams that burn deep inside me

I walk these well worn paths

Ands wonder what they will think of me………………….