Hollowed Highway Poem by Bernard F. Asuncion

The long road stretches, a ribbon gray and worn,
Through fields of silence, where lonely winds are born.
A distant horizon, a promise yet untold,
A journey onward, where stories will unfold.

The sun beats down, or rain begins to fall,
The road remains, enduring through it all.
Through shadowed valleys, and over mountain crests,
A winding pathway, where weary traveler rests.

Each step a memory, etched upon the soul,
Of places left behind, and reaching for a goal.
The miles accumulate, a testament to time,
A patient rhythm, in this endless climb.

The road reveals, the secrets it conceals,
The hidden beauty, that time and distance steals.
A sense of freedom, in each departing stride,
A quiet solace, where heart and spirit ride.

Though shadows lengthen, and twilight starts to creep,
The long road beckons, promising to keep,
A path to follow, until the journey's end,
Where weary travelers, find solace as a friend.