At the Ending-Edge

Chapter 22

At the edge of the cliff Where looking forward we see There is no more path left And now nowhere to flee We turn and stare back Right at the peak of the hill Where we took our first step Our first aim, our first will And right down the steps Which we walked with our pals The canyons, the long lanes, The now gone streams and canals And over to the now dried river Where we once sat when tired Where worries washed away Where we got our desired! And all along the wide roads Bordered with pines and cones Where we once ate and jumped away Now covered with large stones And at last our this ending spot Where the howling storm comes slow We praise the steps, river and roads And wish,"Again to the beginning let me go!"