The Lone Trail Lures you on.

I have to thank Von in Australia for this idea.

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The trails of the world be countless,

and most of the trails be tried;

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Ilmer.

You tread on the heels of many,

till you come where the ways divide;

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Little Missendon.

And one lies safe in the sunlight,

and the other is dreary and wan,

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Aston Sandford.

Yet you look aslant at the lone trail,

and the lone trail lures you on.

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Cock Marsh.

And somehow you’re sick of the highway,

with its noise and its easy needs,

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Dorchester-on-Thames.

And you seek the risk of the by-way,

and you reck not where it leads.

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Turville.

Poem by :-R W Service.

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