One Single Impression: Roads

What was a trolley track
Is a cinder path
A walkway
A straight and rigid line
Melting into the curves
That are the destiny
Of this landscape

Driving to work,
I often see a fox on that path
Coy, not furtive, in the dawn light
And the geese
Like feathered lords
Of the landscape
And deer
Stopping, strangely,

On that cinder path

The birds and squirrels
Of course

The warm touch
Of their bodies
Presses the road

Into memory

Before the high-stepping
Power walkers
Bear down on this bit of history
As if it were their birthright.

But those who were first up
Know the story
And how it will end.

It will:

Comments

  1. It is interesting how a normally overlooked bit of our world can become an interesting slice of the day when contemplated.

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  2. fun perspective of a day...

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  3. I do love your perspective -- as always! A reminder that there is beauty almost everywhere if we choose to see it! Happy 4th! Hope you have a wonderful weekend, Sandy!

    Sylvia

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  4. Most interesting.

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  5. I like so much the way you end your very nice poem, Sandy: with the word "Happily".

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  6. That was a lovely little piece.
    I love the cinder track..... makes me want to go down there.
    Maggie X

    Nuts in May

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  7. Beauty on the way! You have eyes for that. And heart that care for those who were first up!

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  8. the roads let me think also..congrats for it
    http://graceolsson.com/blog/2010/07/simplicity/

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  9. To end happily. We can ask for nothing more.

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  10. you see with good and loving eyes

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  11. Hi Sandy, I like the way you weave nature and wildlife into your poem. It is those quiet, early morning, observations that add surprise and meaning to our lives. Telling us, there is more to life to be lived.

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  12. Oh, what fantastic observations and an eye to catch the essentials.. no wonder you write so beautifully and inspire too, Sandy..Thanks!

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  13. thank you for the journey.
    I just saw a skunk wandering its path right outside my window. I might wait a wee bit before I go out to wander.

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  14. Lovely poem We did a lot of work today outside.:)
    Have a happy Holiday:)

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  15. Anonymous3:12 AM

    this has a different air about it .. i really enjoyed this.

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  16. Hi Sandy;

    I admire your being a keen observer of things around you!

    A happy ending! Loved it!

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  17. great poem! particularly loved the majestic image conjured up by these words ...

    geese
    Like feathered lords


    brilliant.

    peace,
    JP/deb

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  18. A pithy path, indeed! Lovely.

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  19. What a beautiful place to be...it seems!

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  20. I REALLY enjoyed reading this work Sandy,well done!!!

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  21. oh, a happy ending. excellent.

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  22. A wonderfully written poem, and an excellent take on the prompt!

    -Weasel

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  23. Sandy, I love the lines, "and the geese, feathered lords of the landscape"! So aptly put! I grew up with the woods and the abandoned train tracks behind my house in CT. I often wandered those cindered paths and saw many of the same things you mention. This poem is a road back through my memory to my childhood and adolesence where I tore down this cindered path whenever I wanted to "run away from home." Once again, nicely done! Thanks!

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