Tag: the road

Poetry by Patrick JenningsNov 2, 20157:00 am

Strange Roads

I love the roads
Which lead to places
Unknown
Strange
And challenging

I love most the roads
Which take sudden turns
When I see too far ahead

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 21, 20159:02 am

It’s just a road

It’s just a road
Through a place
Where the clouds
Dominate
The landscape

Sometimes
That
Is all
I need

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 30, 20157:00 am

Highway 87, Arizona, United States of America

A road through wide open spaces

I love a road
Through wide open spaces
Where straight lines
Reel through the changes

I love a country that is big
That is grand
Where the sky
Makes love to land

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 28, 20158:00 am

Climbing

I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go

From time to time
When I look back
And see the road
That twisted track

I know the way
Ahead ain’t straight
Yet still I climb
And bear the freight

What can I do?
I can’t turn back
The thought of it
My heart goes slack

So on I climb
I’m none too weak
I flee a life
That’s grown too bleak

Now as I climb
And look ahead
Is the next bend
The turn I dread?

For if I make
The high plateau
What if it ain’t
The place to go?

And all this work
A waste of time
I could’ve stayed
Instead of climb

Still, this I know
The only way
Is move along
And live each day

It’s really not
About the top
Life is a climb
Which does not stop

For if it does
Then I will die
There’s nothing else
These words don’t lie

I climb and climb
And climb some mo’
And still I climb
There’s more to go

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 11, 201511:21 pm

The vantage of elevating myself

There is no better way
To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself

Poetry by Patrick JenningsSep 6, 201510:30 am

Pic and a Word Challenge #1: Discovery

There is little more satisfying
Than finding a little-used road
Crossing unfamiliar country

Such a road promises
Adventure, beauty, discovery
And the longer I follow it
The further inside myself I see

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 21, 20157:00 am

Little green moth

When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which are our favourite stories to tell. It’s the risky choices which make for the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes. These are the choices from which we grow the most, both at the time and years later when we recount those moments. We are always learning from our experiences, even years after having them.