We walked upon the mountains in a fog <br />The town below sat covered in alone <br />While mountain birds sat tired from their singing <br />We tried to find a little bit of home <br /> <br />But I don’t think we’ll find it here today <br />The clouds are thick; the earth is wrapped with frost <br />The patterns in the stone spell little poems <br />They rhyme until their meaning has been lost <br /> <br />And so we take the twisted path to town <br />In hopes that love will pass while heading down<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-so-we-take-the-twisted-path-to-town/
