The Unexplorer
by
There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once–she said
That if you followed where it led
It brought you to the milk-man’s door.
(That’s why I have not traveled more.)
There was a road ran past our house
Too lovely to explore.
I asked my mother once–she said
That if you followed where it led
It brought you to the milk-man’s door.
(That’s why I have not traveled more.)