Mystery Mail

So I came home the other day and checked my mailbox to find a postcard....a gift of poetry from an anonymous source.

Old Roads by Eilean Ni Chuilleanain

Missing from the map, the abandoned roads

Reach across the mountain, threading into

Clefts and valleys, shuffle between thick

Hedges of flowery thorn.

The grass flows into tracks of wheels,

Mowed evenly by the careful sheep,

Drenched, it guards the gaps of silence

Only trampled on the pattern day.

Signed - National Poetry Day September '09