Life is like walking on a country road--
Just around the bend you may find
Something new and unexpected,
Some perfect meadow
Or a splendid old farmhouse.
You never know
Until you put your feet on the road
And go where it leads you,
Take what comes.
THere are ruts in this road, and stones,
And hard hills to climb,
But, always the view is changing,
Beckoning you on to something more.
There's a thirstiness in your eyes
And a hunger in your heart--
To see, to do, to know
Something more than what is past.
You wouldn't turn around and go back,
No, not even if the road got weary
And seemed to double back on itself,
Not even in the rain or storm.
Something awaits ahead,
And you don't know what it is,
But it's here you haven't been.
And you know you have the strength--
You can always find shelter
To wait out an unpleasant day,
And anyway, you don't have the heart
To retrace your steps,
To admit defeat.
You are a veteran country road walker.
You have the nicks and bruises
From cutting through thickets
To investigate something interesting
Alongside. You don't notice the scars--
You'd laugh if anyone pointed them out,
Because there's something good coming up,
You just know it--just around the bend.
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This is wonderful, Roger. I took the walk with you and didn't want it to end either. I think you could expand on this as much or as little as you wanted. If it were at least a minimum of 500 words, it could be used in the FW magazine. You might expound on the details seen along the road in more detail; the outbuildings, the fields, the trees, farm machinery, animals, people, etc. Your style is easy to read and your imagery sets the tone of the article. Also, you might consider lending some spirituality aspect to the story. Great job. In Christ's name, Karen
Reminds me of my roots .....which is another way of saying it made me homesick....for that kinder, gentler era when we 'visited' those rustic places and those primitive folks...who, looking back...knew how to live life!