Traveling highways and byways to me are a joy.
I have covered many miles through the country
as a man and a boy. When I was young my like
was for hiking and biking where-ever, far or near.
My foster father, Dad to me, took real long walks.
At times he asked me to go along with him. It was
Ok once in a while, but my bike riding called me
away. As years flew by, I graduated to cars.
Now, I was free as a bird. You might say I flew.
I covered the miles over country roads that I knew
from my dreams. The car and the country, mine.
Neither possession of the car or freedom lasted.
Back in school but that went the same route. I quit.
No – I am not proud of that now, but man, am I
learning a lot. The years have sped by and for my
Wife and I, we found our highway to heaven
Right here at Ledgecrest on Wild Meadow Road,
near a mountain top and a pathway leading up!
This could be a resting place, before reaching
Our final abode.
Copyright 2013 Charles E. Frost
July 12, 2013