By Maggie Bray, Sterling
The goal that I sought was at the peak,
The pathway uphill exceedingly steep.
I kept trudging upward, though the pathway be blocked
By scattered foliage and rounded stray rocks.
I paused for a rest and to catch my breath,
To gain some momentum and further my quest.
Then onward I rose with my eyes towards the top.
I had to keep going and never stop.
When I finally reached it, I smiled with glee.
Nothing had stopped me, no nary a tree.
The prize that I sought was mine that day.
I’d made it to the top of my own driveway!