I love a old gravel road
with numbers (no name)
on hot summer evenings
still wet from the rain..
Where Deep in the silence
i hear not a sound
as nature is drinking
from A water soaked ground..
soon there's a chatter
of birds in the trees..
shaking their feathers
as they hide nieth the leaves.
I park near the curve
Just to listen to things
like left over rain drops
falling after the rain..
Just looking at trees
and those things inbetween
after a late evening shower
is a heart warming thing...
as the warmth of the day
starts to rise from the ground..
i see fog is forming
and head back to town.
There's nothing as peaceful
that i can name..
as the smells of a backroad
After the rain...
connetta jean
Connetta Jean
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