I like the wide and common road
Where all may walk at will,
The worn and rutted country road
That runs from hill to hill; 68 more words
Tags » Pastures
The girl gingerly walked down the steps. In one hand she clutched a leather bag close to her chest.
She broke into a sprint along a gravel pathway, flying past green pastures speckled with plump animals lazily chewing grass.The crisp morning breeze flapped her clothes, as she began her early vigil, greeting the pink streaked sky, greeting the break of dawn itself.Her rosy face was upturned as she slid to a stop, kicking up dust at her feet. 764 more words