Grandfather's Poems - 1

"Somehow I like the old trails
Leading to a well known end,
Where the plain marked way prevails
with no new roads to contend;

Our fathers marked out the way
Leading straight to a known goal;
From the true paths let's not stray
With fixed mind and steadfast soul;

Trails lead north, south, east & west;
We should not mistake the way;
Of all the trails I like best, -
Thats leading the heavenly way."