I borrowed this photo from Instagram. I’ve been to Acadiana Park Nature Station, but it was years ago on a field trip with students. I was drawn in by the path and thought about that tree, fallen across the path. How could this be a metaphor?
Metaphor can be elusive. Metaphor can be magical. Allan Wolf uses the phrase, “Metaphors be with you!” Think about metaphor today. Can you make it work in a small poem?
A Path Can Be
A path can be a crooked line
scribbled on a page.A path can be a stopping place
to let the world pass by.A path can be a rocky road
where every step is tricky.A path can be a long, long road
that leads you to your home.Margaret Simon, draft
The Kidlit Progressive Poem is with Tabatha today at The Opposite of Indifference.
Reflections on the Teche 
Margaret, I like the “long, long road / that leads you home” Perhaps that is what inspires my thoughts this morning. Sometimes the road is long and difficult, but there is always hope. This is a landay, or at least with the syllable count of one.
what once seemed smooth and accessible,
has evolved into this–to keep you from abundance
Denise, faithful writing friend. Thanks for writing today. The metaphor of the tree being the block to accessibility is strong. How do we pass this boulder to abundance?
Love this little poem and the photo. I am alway draw to images of path ways. I have a small collection of them. May need to use them for writing these days.