March 1986


twisting trail

neath Sundays sun

word and grass

onward run

leaping back

and on again

paths meander

we know not where


nor care

the sun is high

on friendship dear

Gods greatest blessing



After a long and enjoyable

walk in Mount Pleasant Cemetery.


Twisting Trail
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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