In this town it seems

there's a back way to everywhere,

paths that snake through woods 

from dead-end streets to places

a newcomer would not know how to expect.

 

Someone once decided that a quicker way

was worth moving boulders for,

hauled fallen limbs, even built 

small bridges over potential floods,

then chose to leave the entrances

unmarked.

If you don't already know where the shortcut is,

you will never find it.