Walking down an old dirt
road, don't really know where it
goes. Fields all around, skies so
gold. Broken pocket watch,
sentimental, hung around my
neck to hold...
We often try to recreate moments in our life. The times and the seasons sometimes help us!
Beautifully expressed with superb imagery as always, Becca. Top Marks and.to my favorites.
A true and vivid depiction of a life's journey. Many of us could relate to this unpredictable journey. Fields all around, skies so gold resonate with me.
A very clever poem, makes me consider life's golden sunsets. **********
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is like an old dirt road!