Country Colored Memories
Natures byways
not cement highways
Its flowering plants
marching army ants
squirrels racing
playing, chasing
mocking birds talking
slow turtles walking
ducklings following in a row
follows Mama where she goes
Owls that hoot in the night
searching eyes flashing bright
trees branches swaying
natures symphony playing
natures highway
You are my way
While others choose their roads,
it is nature’s highway; my days hold
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