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Date Posted: 15:51:34 03/21/01 Wed
Author: Brian Beaudry
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 142.217.115.34
Subject: Country Road

Country Road

This backwoods country road has been a favorite place for me
Walking away my troubles it seems to set my spirits free
The lush foliage of the trees that overgrow its right-of-way
Like rich tapestries in beauty from the gentle breezes sway
Spawning protective walls of leaves in all hues of forest green
Painting portrait of tranquility in this beautiful nature scene
The gentle curves and dips of this soft and sandy road
Add to the majesty and depth of the imagery bestowed
Every corner brings new awe every dip a heightened view
With the beauty of all elements a collage does nature glue
Wildflowers lining the edges lend perfumed scent to dreams
Glistening with the morning dew like diamond dust they gleam
The chirping of a songbird singing its delight to one and all
Awakes a symphony of music from others, trilling answer to its call
A raucous fit of scolding from a squirrel hiding high up on a limb
Angrily protecting the stash of nuts his cache filled to the brim
The pine fresh scent of the evergreen opens up my nostrils wide
It's carried aloft in gentle whiffs on the morning breeze's tide
My feet dance up a dusty trail as I meander this sandy route
Breezes through hollow boughs make sounds much like a flute
I start to skip and dance along with the serene music that it plays
Whenever I am feeling low to this little road I will always stray

Copyright ©2000 Brian Beaudry

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