Down this lane

As I meander down this lane,
I wonder what it's seen.
What foot has trodden this dusty path,
in time and past gone by?

I see them all,
young girls with their pail of milk swishing
as they giggle.
Young boys racing in the yonder fields.
I see an elderly Shepard, all wrinkles an lines,
slowly moving his sheep along.

what tales this path could tell,
what stories it must know.

I make my footprints firm an steady.
I watch the seasons change an weather this track.
It stays the same.
I watch the sun as it slips behind the trees leaving an Orangey Glow,
making the dust look like tiny fairy's dancing in the wind.

Then I see another footprint on this lane, this path and track I call my own.

Author notes

I know this is very very very random! Also I know I made up the word 'Orangey' but who cares thats how it best describes what I saw, hope your not offended!