Walking down that road; the path that leads me home. I came across a broken branch that lay amid the road. I tugged and tugged to no avail that branch just would not budge. I leaped; I jumped; I flipped about. Still it lay there still. I tossed; I crept; I closed my eyes. Still it lay there still. Sitting on that broken branch that lay amid the road. Kept me from that beaten path that leads me to my home. I sat;I thought; I wondered why I could not do it alone. Walking past would have meant a failure if I did. Staying there could only mean sweltering in defeat. Walking down that beaten path that takes me from my home. I gathered up my thoughts and searched for someone's hand. Walking down that beaten path that leads me to my home. I found one hand, which turned to two. We came across that broken branch that lay amid the road. We leaped; we crept; we flipped about until that branch was moved. Walking down that road; the path that leads me home. Walking down that beaten path with my friend anew.
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Written February 16th, 2006
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Terrific piece in that it conveys to the reader not just frustration or futility, but a pause to think. How do I overcome adversity and find my way around it. Excellent job. You should turn this into a story. Would love to read a more fuller version, it fits in this world.
rose
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Thank You!!
Thank you bigcountry for stopping by my "Beaten Path" and leaving your wonderful comment! My home is surrounded by woods and nature trails; It seems I am forever clearing the fallen branches. Once in awhile a friendly neighbor will stop by for a chat, see what I am doing and will set right in to help me! You know you have a friend when they'll break a nail or their back for you! hahahaa Thank you for the visit!! -
wow, this is wonderful. its written beautifully with the repeat of words. i could just see you jumping around a branch
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