Back Roads
Traveling through the back roads
I find I still remember the way
to the old hideouts and pathways
that brought us here to today.
Those old winding tree lined paths
flow so easilg through the woods.
with a herd of deer off to the right
some wild turkeys on the left.
The sky is clouded gray and threatening
and a sudden whisk of cold
mixes with wind and trickled rain
force the lights and wipers on.
The deer continue to graze peacefully undisturbed
looking up only now and tgen
staying a good distance back
avoiding the threat and danger of the car.
These last few deserted roads remain
happily unchanged barely paved
despite the increase and
altering of traffic patterns.
Along the canal
the water rises high
almost obscuring the bridge
as I cross over.
Out of the woods
the last hint of solitude and peace now disappears
lost in the lights of the highway
and a staggering flow of cars and traffic
as the back roads sadly disappear.
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