COUNTRY ROADS Country roads on a summer morning... The silence. Ironweed and goldenrod against a backdrop of weathered gray fencepost intertwined with honeysuckle and wild rose. Rock fences built in slave days crumble and fall back to earth from which they came. A patch of daises wait by an old chimney... remembering ancient voices from a house that’s been gone for years. Tall sprays of cornflower blue chicory sway in the morning’s gentle breeze and bring back memories of bouquets picked as a child. Somewhere a stream trickles softly... searching for it’s destiny. In the distance flapping wings of a bird that drank its fill from the stream that travels endlessly. Sunlight pales like the sepia tones of an old photograph and my eyes drink in the beauty. This picture is imprinted forever in my mind. |
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