
My Road
My road no longer twists
And turns expectantly.
It long has ceased to echo
Warm laughter, shouts and tears.
My road's become quite bare,
Bereft of friend and foe,
Now only silent ghosts
Retreating in the dark.
My road was test and strain,
Persistence and reward.
A never ending run
To prove myself and more.
My road was steep and long
From farm to factory
To academic gown,
Then solitude and thought.
My road has runs it course,
There's nothing left to do
But wait and reminisce,
But nod and gently smile.
JM

Children riding bikes
Walking in groups
Savoring the last days
of vacation.
Sweetened
by anticipation
of busy new Fall days
of school.
Ripening tomatos
Falling apples
Browning foliage
Autumn comes.
Naked ladies blooming
in profusion
One last hurrah
to Summer.
-MW