The Widower's Trail -Jim There is a path of rocks and stones Of broken twigs and scattered leaves It winds throughout the depths of green The changing tones of lively trees Footprints fill with thriving weeds As flowers fade and wither dry The sunlit sky reverts to black And clouds of ancient grey collide But far beyond this stretch of dark A distant light controls the night Two eyes of sparkling color shine With brilliant glow and beauty fine The distant figure, draped in silk Grows fainter as he travels near He leaves a rose with buried bones And walks along the path alone
