Taking a strole.(Front Entrance Gate)

• 9 Dec, 2008
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As I walked out into the village the other piece of Pathway to Heaven was created in my head:-

The Village slept, the curtains closed,
A muted crunch beneath my toes
Here in the road I gasped with glee,
With pictures painted on every tree.
Trees and shrubs in the gardens flushed,
Like icing from a frosting brush.
This roadway here beneath my feet,
Pathway to heaven in a silent street.
Oh why must every one arise?
And break this spell beneath the skies.
Tarnishing pictures I behold,
As sheep lie safely in their fold.
Yet, how could I so selfish be?
To keep these moments just for me.
Then as I see the curtains drawn,
I bid good buy, to my perfect morn.