While bush-walking in Rylstone, I came across this lonely path that took me back to those English literature classes I had in college and varied poetry verses started dancing in my soul. These stairways made me wallow in nostalgia of a long lost era and reminded me of these eternal lines by Robert Frost: The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.