Who walked this road before me,
Who traveled down this lane?
Does it get wet and muddy,
Is it obscured by rain?
You walked this road before me
And your report is true.
You said that it got snowy
Add it was slippery to.
He walked this road before me
And said he could not see
The panther that was howling
From a starkly blackened tree.
She walked this road before me
And said that it was lined
With fragrant, wild roses
And morning glory vines.
I'll walk this road before me
I'll travel on with care
It is the path I've chosen
To focus on this year.
Marilyn Friesen
