A Dirt Road <br /> <br />Somewhere there is a dirt road <br />Long and narrow and traveled much, <br />Where trees form a blanket, <br />And branches lightly touch. <br /> <br />Shadows from the sun <br />Float down through the trees <br />Like patterns of light <br />Caught in a breeze. <br /> <br />Many footprints line this road <br />Left by travelers on their way <br />The road ahead promised more <br />The road behind begged them to stay. <br /> <br />Along this road in wild profusion <br />Berry vines twist along the fences, <br />And growing in colored masses <br />Wild flowers swell the senses. <br /> <br />In the trees along this road <br />Songbirds spend their days <br />And in the roadside meadows <br />Horses quietly graze. <br /> <br />This road has all the feel <br />Of an old and trusted friend, <br />And I could travel along this road <br />Time and time again. <br /> <br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />Richard Netherland Cook<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dirt-road/
