A narrow country road that curves,

Through tall and graceful trees,

Shade from hot rays of brilliant sun,

Provided by their leaves.


It leads to quiet and solitude,

A peaceful place for sure,

Without the noise of city sounds,

That many must endure.


A perfect place, there is no doubt,

Where I can leave behind,

All cobwebs that have settled in,

Far corners of my mind.


I look ahead, down peaceful road,

A slow time in fast world,

At dark and light, and vivid hues,

Like colors that are swirled…


By some great artist, name unknown

Who doesn’t look for fame,

Yet we all know that artist well,

For NATURE is her name.


©  Loree (Mason) O’Neil

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