Far away up a paved street <br />to a dirt trail <br />to a path <br />off road <br />and then by foot <br />by a mountain <br />and under the sun <br />heaven <br />and star. <br /> <br />It wasn’t snowing then, <br />but cold enough to frost your breath. <br />We never turned around, <br />none of us turned, <br />but if one of us had <br />we would have seen straight out <br />across the plain 10,000 feet below <br />and straight on to infinity. <br />we would have seen the farmers <br />and the cities, <br />peace and tranquility, <br />hope and civilization. <br />But none of us turned around.<br /><br />Daniel Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/turned-around/
