It's Not Every Day....

 

 

Its not every day

That I get to drive

On a meandering country road

On a dark starry night.

No sirens, no buildings

Except calm quaint houses

With a flickering light.

Not too many cars

Whizzing by,

Just a truck here and there.

Grandpa rocking on his front porch,

Grandma pulling the weeds

From the garden

She has faithfully nourished

For the past 78 years.

It’s just that.

You get into the country

And everything slows down

And it’s not every day that we can.

Children raking leaves,

Farms standing among rolling hills,

These are the pictures

That make my heart still

For just a moment.

Awe! It’s not every day

That I drive on long meandering roads,

Along gurgling creeks,

And down old faithful gravel roads.

Passing by horses and cattle

And that one lone Bison.

It’s not every day

That these are the sights

I see,

So I drink it all in

And I smile, grateful for today

And every day that it lasts.

Because I know the time is short

And before long I will be pulled back

Into the school load, and busy city

Where life never says enough,

Never slows down,

Never stops to breath.

It won’t be too long,

But I will relish the beauty and calm

While I can.