New Roads Poem by Holly Jamestone

Old roads lead to nowhere
A tumbleweed of days
Blowing dust through scattered rocks
Horizons lined with haze

Paving new roads makes most sense
Memories in the making
Picnics near the cabin's brook
Kisses for the taking

Smiles grow large and hearts are glad
A hand inside a hand
A man, a woman, two pockets of hope
The world at our command

NEW ROADS lead us forward
Through sunset concerts sweet
As cowboy hats and big blue eyes
And long-lashed brown eyes meet

Ghost towns, breakfast on the fire
Dancing side by side
Blue eyes, brown eyes, cha-cha-cha
Glee one cannot hide

Smiles grow large and hearts are glad
A hand inside a hand
A man, a woman, a pocket of hope
The world at our command

(1-11-12)
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