You all know that feeling.
The windows are rolled down.
Your arms hanging out.
Bare feet up.
Singing to that old song.
Nothing but brush and hills
on the roadside.
A stream following you on your way.
One can imagine
a day of fishing by those trees.
As we turn that corner,
we know it's just up the road.
Nothing but trails and sun.
A path to find the way to the
soul we left behind.
~ JC ~
(I imagined the drive on the way to Bryce Canyon.
The dryness of the trails.
There's a creek that follows on your way.
In the middle of no where.
And then, the gorgeous park and it's
beauty shows up like it was waiting just for you.
You and hundreds of others
who made reservations in advance.
But, that's another story ...)
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15 comments:
I'm right there with you .....
Getting into nature to find our souls is a perfect way to spend some time, nice magpie.
Aahhh, beautiful!
Sometimes we travel a long way before we realise a part of our soul is in another place.
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Ahh Yes true happiness!
Nothing but trails and sun...beautiful image - I can feel the warmth of it...bkm
Freedom! Freedom! Nice Magpie.
Nature is a freedom like no other. I like the way your poem rocks along.
I love the path to your soul. I sounds heavenly. Side note: I too am a big animal lover. I have adopted 5 all rescue adoptions! They are the most wonderful pets to adopt.
We should take that drive when I come up your way when the kid graduates........... whenever that is, lol.
Ah, for the open road!
Now I'm craving a long Sunday drive!
Dive on! Nice one.
elegant..
welcome join poets rally week 39, share a free or old random poem, make new poetic friends, have your work fully represented by the end of the rally..
thanks for the time.
Happy Writing.
Hope to see you in.
xoxox
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