Hi friends! Welcome back.
This is Part 2 of Arkansas Adventure. To catch up with what's going on, visit my post from August 24th here: Counting the Days...and hours
Today I'm sharing a poem I wrote that was inspired by the dirt road running in front of my grandparents' old rock house in Mt. Ida, Arkansas.
Stay tuned for the last part of Arkansas Adventure that I promise will take you back in time when life was less complicated and moved at a slower pace.
Until then, I invite you to wander the nearest dirt road for what I call "dirt-road therapy".
Very few people and cars pass by,
This long winding passage under the sky.
Its quiet seclusion gives relief and rest,
From the stresses of life’s daily test.
Lined with wild flowers, grass and weeds,
They welcoming flow in the gentle breeze.
There was a time when this
scene wasn’t so rare,
and wandering the dirt road
was common fare.
These days this pleasure is
only a daydream,
While urbanization grows with relentless steam.
More effort and time is required to discover, the lost treasures on the dirt road left to uncover.
So the next time you need to escape the rat race,
Seek out the nearest dirt road to calm your busy pace.
