A Dirt Road Poem by Richard Netherland Cook

A Dirt Road

Somewhere there is a dirt road
Long and narrow and traveled much,
Where trees form a blanket,
And branches lightly touch.

Shadows from the sun
Float down through the trees
Like patterns of light
Caught in a breeze.

Many footprints line this road
Left by travelers on their way
The road ahead promised more
The road behind begged them to stay.

Along this road in wild profusion
Berry vines twist along the fences,
And growing in colored masses
Wild flowers swell the senses.

In the trees along this road
Songbirds spend their days
And in the roadside meadows
Horses quietly graze.

This road has all the feel
Of an old and trusted friend,
And I could travel along this road
Time and time again.

Richard Netherland Cook