Everywhere I turn

the roads seem too steep.  I must

find another way.

These endless detours drive me

nuts until I pause

 and ask,”What would Toby do?”

I know he wouldn’t

be barking up the wrong tree

’cause for him every

tree’s the right tree whether there’s

a bird there or not.

Could every road be the right

road if I just shifted gears?

                                                                         JDG