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Day 27 | April Poetry Month Challenge | Path Less Travelled

WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉

Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.

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Day 27 | April 27th | Path Less Travelled


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Linda Pedley
Linda Pedley
Apr 28, 2020

27. Path Less Travelled


Dust settles and my way is clear

All around just silence

Nothing moves, there’s no one near

No gate, no chains, no fence.

The engine purrs and I decide

Head into the setting sun

Bright yellow metal is my ride

Off-roading is always fun.

Secondary gravel roads – my goal

My mind and thoughts unravelled

Open space to calm my soul

I take the path less travelled.


(c) Linda J. Pedley 04/28/2020

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Path Less Travelled

I thought I knew what I wanted to be

Followed a generational path

I chose to follow than to lead

Never stopped to think of the aftermath

Two opportunities approached me at the same time

The first was familiar and easy

The other had challenges I wasn’t sure I could climb

Having to decide made me queasy

I chose the easy way out

The simple path

The easy route

To me it was basic math

Looking back

I wish I chose the first

The less travelled path

The regret I carry is my curse

I am not challenged here

Nothing new to try

Nothing to fear

Nothing to satisfy

​​​​​​​​​©April 28, 2020 J.E. McKnight

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lawrence.jar94
lawrence.jar94
Apr 28, 2020

Path Less Travelled

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I can see the sun as it kisses your brow,

Drawing those beads of sweat as sweetly

As the caress of long lost lovers; how

Beautiful it seems in this place, so desolate and free;

Free from those desires of succulence and life,

The price paid by rainforest and bog.

Here, beauty is mired in strife,

And the torment of the burning sun-to-fog.

You took these steps, setting yourself on this trail long ago,

Back where it diverged in the wood of some distant land.

Amidst the sun and blue sky, your were given one of two to go;

And you, well you took this path less travelled, by sleight of hand.

And it brought you…


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