The back roads
are the way to go,
where my soul leads me
where there is little traffic
where there is time to linger and ponder.
I don’t mind the cities either
with the din and hustle
but even there i head out to the hole in the walls
in alleys where strange stores and cafes beckon.
It is there i sometmes find
the magic of hidden gems….
Give me dirt roads
and forest earth and meadows of golden mustard
and ocean cliffs from where i can gaze a 1000 miles
and i am content.
I don’t need fancy .
i like my jeans ,
Give me figs and olives and almonds
and a glass of chilled wine and a sunset
and i am happy…..
Give me the back roads
I can walk miles down a deserted railway track
as i did in Mississippi
You don’t get that kind of experience
on the freeways
cause the freeways
ain’t so free