A Road through the Woods

They shut the road through the woods seventy years ago .

Weather and rain have undone it again ,

And now you would never know

There was once a road through the woods

Before they planted the trees .

Yet , if you enter th woods

Of a summer evening late ,

Where the otter whistles his mate ,

You will hear the beat of a horse ^,s feet ,

And the swish of a skirt in the dew ,

Steadily cantering through

The misty solitudes ,

As though they perfectly knew

The old lost road through the woods -

But there is no road through the woods .

Rudyard Kipling .