Thursday, November 02, 2006

The Best Spots Are Not On The Map

New journeys start when pavement ends
a constant trek towards blinding bends
where prudent drivers tap the brake
before each drastic turn they take.

A scenic summit soon descends
new journeys start when pavement ends
beware terrain that’s flat too long
you’ll wind up stuck behind the throng.

Perspectives change from state to state
in some you’ll find the cleanest slate;
new journeys start when pavement ends
an avenue that ever wends

around the forest and the trees
then over mountains framed by seas,
to get away? It all depends—
new journeys start when pavement ends.

4 comments:

Shirley said...

Very inspiring. A journey off the beaten path and an interesting form shifting and repeating your opening line to end up where you began.

ozymandiaz said...

Those would be my favorite places, especially the ones where vehicles are unable to reach.

EATING POETRY said...

Great poem! Excellent rhythm - brought to mind Robert Frost. I love the message you're conveying. I love the lines, "beware terrain that’s flat too long
you’ll wind up stuck behind the throng"

rch said...

Hey you guys, I've been so busy lately but just wanted to say thank you for your great comments, I really appreciate it. Take care,

Bob