The road less traveled,
Someone might have said,
It’s the one that I like
For distractions are dead.
A light winding path
With weavings of shade
From welcoming trees
That the soft soil has made
With a glorious solitude
And a refreshing hushed peace
I love this place more
than any other street.
The breeze coming through
The tunnel of trees
It clears out my mind
and makes me feel free.
The calm is my friend
The rustling leaves are my music
Of this lonely road,
I’ll never grow sick
For the serenity here
Is so hard to find
In this hectic world,
This haven is mine.
-By Joshua Galindo
Age 12
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