There is a path, beaten ground.
A road that’s all our road.
With countless behind and ahead.
None knowing their exit day,
But sensing one coming.
Except the child like ones,
And not yet conquered faithful,
Riding, unaware of the motion,
Unafraid of the distance.
Too pleased with now to notice.
© Copyright Jason Lamar 2013
Photos courtesy of Jason Lamar
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