The Road

The road is a journey of people and places
it calls to the traveller in welcoming tones
It speaks of adventure and has many faces
and has many places to rest weary bones

The road can be winding and troubled and narrow
or wide and expansive across easy ground
There’s places so cold that you’ll chill to the marrow
and places so quiet you can’t hear a sound

There’s friends who are waiting if you should go looking
there’s wild rugged hills to climb and to cross
When wind brings the smell of the campfire and cooking
then time is no longer a worrying boss

The road is a journey of life and of laughter
of places to go and of people to see
and once the road has you, you’re hers ever after
There’s nothing and nowhere that you’d rather be

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