From Kalyn

Roads

By Rachel Field

A road might lead you anywhere-

To harbor towns and quays,

Or to a witch's pointed house

Hidden by bristly trees.

It might lead past the tailor's door,
Where he sews with needle and thread,

Or by the Miss Pim the milliner's,

With her hats for every head.

It might be a road to a great dark cave

With treasure and gold piled high,

Or a road with a mountain tied to its end,

Blue-humped against the sky.

Oh, a road might lead you anywhere-

To Mexico or Maine.

But then, it might just fool you, and-

Lead you back home again!