I tread this road upon my heel
On horse-back rode and on a wheel
And every time I traverse its track
It makes me want to come back
This road to my farm leads
Its green grass my horse feeds
Its tall trees offer shade so cool
To the weary traveller and wandering fool
The one I took to school without fail
It holds the memories of a happy trail
Its many puddles scattered in-between
Give croaking frogs their sunscreen
This road so broad and no divide
This road to free world all can ride
This road from my heart arise
It’s covered by the heavenly skies
In common talk and folklore
Few sages have travelled on it before
This road you travel before demise
It’s watched by God and his allies
It passes through vale o’er mountain high
It catches the breath and spark of eye
No toll booths or cameras to spy
Frost, tis still the road less travelled by