Week 1: Poetry and Article Writing Challenge

Heretofore (Poem)

Sunset

There's a path I know,

Through forestry and corn-row,

Everyday on this path I go,

I'm yet to reach the ending though,

I've been walking since I can't

recall,

Upon this path of dirt and tree,

I sometimes sleep to a chiming lull,

But from where birds sing I

cannot see,

The sun would climb, shine and

rise,

Through forestry and corn-row,

Daylight would melt away my

surmise,

I would always wonder:

Wherever does it go?

There's a road beside my hidden

way,

Though I cannot say I've heard its

rumble,

That road sheds the light of day,

My dirt path is much more

humble,

And when the sun rose,

Through forestries and corn-

rows,

The light would play near

daylight's close,

I would always wonder:

Wherever does it go?

The light would play near

daylight's close,

I would always wonder:

Wherever does it go?