Before the highway
all had been evergreen.
Every road had been the least traveled.
That is how I learned about soul.
The importance of all things old.
How to swerve from the sway of cracks and potholes.
Kicking tires not just a trick.
Kicking cans…
spinning flashlights…
games for misfits.
Before the highway
all had been evergreen.
Wonderful poem! It reminds me of my childhood….a much simpler time! Thank you for posting!
Simpler is better. Technology has been a mixed blessing. Getting somewhere faster? I’d rather take the long road home.
Agreed. It seems everyone is in a hurry. Stop and enjoy the moment. I PREFER the long road!!