The Way Home

The road knows the way

The calm road hangs etched on mountain meanderings
Knows the curve of each twist and turn along the path
Structured centuries ride on it with travelers from the past
Stones laid down at no cost to strangers lost
The drive remains the same in one direction                   
Nature adorns both sides with flowers
Constant vegetation is a cause to lead us on
Age grows changes, covers dirt
Knows great distances over the course
To find some comfort at the end of it
From the long journey down the road and gone
at the end of it
To find a way to take us home

Author's Note

The distance, the adventure, the way home.

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

This is great. Time does change slowly, though sometimes we think the road never does. Every stone tells a different story though.

[Earl Schumacker]

Hi Paul, Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed it. I appreciate your comments. Earl