While on my journey, tucked safely with in my haversack
was the tome. Within it held the steps, heavy or lightly trod.
Each so carefully noted so others could benefit from my trials.
Between some of the pages were the gifts from the trees I met
along the way. Pressed crisp they journeyed with me and I was
grateful for their company.
Lady Oren
11-04-09
Awesome poem LadyOren. Thanks for sharing.