Rolling landscape painted green- windswept, wild grassy trails narrow tracks extending meadows crossing streams like bridges through time imprinting ground where ancients trod built and dwelt.... the essence of history half written half forgotten as victory and loss
Ages cover trails in changing tides disconnected from land and nature's ways- her seasons turning veiling truth as legend the gods knew and transpired to human kind.
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers