Hollowed Highway

The long road stretches, a ribbon gray and worn, Through fields of silence, where lonely winds are born. A distant horizon, a promise yet untold, A journey onward, where stories will unfold. The sun beats down, or rain begins to fall, The road remains, enduring through it all. Through shadowed valleys, and over mountain crests, A winding pathway, where weary traveler rests. Each step a memory, etched upon the soul, Of places left behind, and reaching for a goal. The miles accumulate, a testament to time, A patient rhythm, in this endless climb. The road reveals, the secrets it conceals, The hidden beauty, that time and distance steals. A sense of freedom, in each departing stride, A quiet solace, where heart and spirit ride. Though shadows lengthen, and twilight starts to creep, The long road beckons, promising to keep, A path to follow, until the journey's end, Where weary travelers, find solace as a friend. ©bfa031425