The Road
It reaches, beckons, pulls,
long, never ending, always
there, always another one,
your private ocean
with horizons ahead,
hopes, love, dread,
a path
to, or from,
at times both,
a path
through rain and snow,
through dark, where
the path
can be seen only as far
as your lights allow,
a path
of trust, that it indeed travels
to the promised land,
again, and again.
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The picture is of a stretch of interstate 95 between Philadelphia and Baltimore. You can click on it for a larger version.
Tom
2 comments:
Hi Tom,
Nice sentiments - and a super new header pic. Merry Christmas to you.
Just returned from driving to Harrisburg to collect our daughter who was stranded in Philly, with flights cancelled and delayed until Thursday. She caught a train as far east as Harrisburg, so that helped. Still kinda bleary from the 15 hour drive there and back. :P Your pic looks all too familiar.
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