Tag: travel

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

I grew up in New England
Where the forests come alive
For just a while in October

The leaves turn colours
Unimaginable
Lighting mountainsides on fire

Unlike the many monuments I have seen
The mountains and skyscrapers
All so grand and inspiring

I will be remembered
Not for the appearance I present
But for the shadow I cast

Sometimes I just like to sit back
And marvel at Nature’s sense of fun
Her playful way with shape and form
Her vivacious turns with landscape

The indigo and violet of night
Chase the furious sun from the sky
Livid oranges and yellows
Cling to the horizon
But soon enough are vanquished

The difference
Between a boundary
And a frontier
Is a trick of the mind

I love to drive
On the back roads
Between rural towns
Where people raise a hand
Above the steering wheel

A neighbourly wave
To an oncoming car
For no other reason
Than to be friendly
To a stranger passing by

Sometimes I think
It would be nice
To have a many-headed serpent
Guarding my front door
Barring the riff-raff and chaff

I plunked myself down
On the well-travelled way
Which served me so well
For many a day

I didn’t notice
Until almost too late
That the times were a-changing
At a very fast rate

Two Dickensian urchins
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens