of inspiration this week is a stairway
that seems to lead to a mystery
destination shrouded in the woods.
Submitted October 31, 2020
I came upon a battered stair
which seemed to lead I knew not where.
Who felled the trees to make each step
to build the stair to dreams they kept?
Who climbed the stairs to a destination
left now only to my imagination?
Only the steps remain, all else is gone
No clue to dreams or battles won.
I can only salute as I pass by
the anonymous builder, and wonder
A revised version of an earlier poem.