All Paths Lead To You
All paths lead to you
Where e'er I stray,
You are the evening star
At the end of day.
All paths lead to you
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun's glow.
Hill-top or low,
You are the white birch
In the sun's glow.
All paths lead to you
Where e'er I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
Where e'er I roam.
You are the lark-song
Calling me home!
~Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff
Lovely peaceful picture and words.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem to go with a beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem and photo ! Have a great day !
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and the perfect picture to post with it.
ReplyDelete~Cindy
What a sweet poem. I will have to look up Wagstaff to see if all her work is this appealing.
ReplyDeleteI really love this poem, and so perfect with the photo. Thanks for sharing.
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