along the roadside
black-eyed susans
waving hello
blackberries
at the roadside
remembering Mama
horse flies swarming
cows udder high in water
mooing for raintree clouds
flowers in the field
fleet faces in the crowd
waving good bye
Sept.29,2007
Wow! I share your feelings, the beauty of that run. I like my villages in India and often go there to enjoy the freshness we miss in metros. If time permits please read my MY VILLAGE.
very speedy drive this...reflects in the words that cover a good amount of distance...mind is the fastest vehicle in the world...another good poem from your pen, ben...10
I am very to ride with you on this wonderful excursion. Every time I drive in the country I sense my agrarian ancestors calling me home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ben, you write from the heart of the blessings of a day well spent...lovely- 10 Dorothy