A Tribute To ANTONETTE

<I><b>AN ABANDONED ROAD</b></I><br><br>There is a path now where once there was a road <br>Where smooth brown earth and jaded rocks <br>Fell away in deep depression <br>The trail of wheels and neighing horses and of lighter walks<br>It grows thick and tall the grass that was once held at bay<br>Dared not to rise where tramping feet would crush<br>But staged on edge where cruel ungainly winds<br>Vent their wrath unceasingly with rain and dust<br>It has conquered now for slowly the grinding ceased<br>And the lighter steps dwindled with the laughter it had known<br>It dared to rise between the ruts and bend<br>To hide the scars from some stray steps that roam<br>And intrude upon their sanctuary where conquered winds<br>Hold not the lash of yore but with gentleness obey<br>The lull moods of quiet rains the brushed air<br>That shrouds the stillness of an abandoned road<br></p>