The
Ground
Below
My
Boots
Was
Rough,
Desert
Tough,
Full
Of
Roots
And
Stones
And
Dry
As
Ancient
Bones.
I climbed
Through
Dust
The
Color
Of
Rust
And
At
Last,
Passed
Into
A
Plain
Of
Handsome
Weeds
And
Grasses
Of
Gold.
I hurried
On
Toward
Ambition’s
Fabled
Lofty
Ridge,
Only
To
Find
There
Was
No
Bridge.