Woods Of Ypres

To pass between, these winter walls,
While traveling at night,
Taken by reflection,
I mine my life
The trees have seen me come this way,
Many times at any hours.
They stand on both sides,
And greet me, as I pass.
A time and place, where winter begins,
I see inspiring sights.
Reminiscent of years gone by,
I mine my life.
I am, being expected, by those who are waiting at home.
Taking caution, knowing I’m guided by white lines covered in snow.
On occasion I pass through,