Trespass

I dreaded walking where there was no path

& pressed with cautious tread the meadow swath

& always turned to look with wary eye

& always feared the owner coming by

Yet everything about where I had gone

Appeared so beautiful I ventured on

& when I gained the road where all are free

I fancied every stranger frowned on me

& every kinder look appeared to say

Youve been on trespass in your walk today

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