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Rachel Lyman Field


A road might lead to anywhere—

To harbor towns and quays,

Or to a witch's pointed house

Hidden by bristly trees.

It might lead past the tailor's door,

Where he sews with needle and thread,

Or by Miss Pim the milliner's,

With her hats for every head.

It might be a road to a great, dark cave

With treasure and gold piled high,

Or a road with a mountain tied to its end,

Blue-humped against the sky.

Oh, a road might lead you anywhere—

To Mexico or Maine.

But then, it might just fool you, and—

Lead you back home again!