The Lane
By butch
I drove a country road a little creek running beside it. Trees hanging over the lane birds dancing. Leaves, so many the view was blocked. I didn't care it was peaceful and serene. The world a distant memory. Just a road nothing special. The window open with wind blowing. The odors of fresh earth. Reminding me of things I forgot. This journey never to end. Playing like echoes in recurring dreams... Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 11:32 AM PST 10 • 0
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"I drove a country road..."