Travelling Down a Country Road

Travelling in autumn down a country road
where leaves like flowers glow the day.
The only sound is the wind's soft tones
and the crunch of tires on stones.

We drive past old home sites

and the remnants of another time, 

where signs of toil and joy in days gone by

stand majestically against the sky. 

Grasses where cattle fed

 in summer's warming sun,

now in autumn's early chill

give way to season's end.

The road winds along the mountain

past aging gates and nature's reclaimed pastures,

and delights with views that seem as if

painted by an unseen artist. 

October clouds hang low upon the mountains,

and the smell of autumn is in the air,

while crimson trees with leafy arms

 reach upward towards the sky.

Then down we go

Past an old fence row
Along this country lane

To a bright red barn

Resting on the mountainside 

Surrounded in peaceful green

The road divides, we make a left
enjoying the beauty of our drive.
We end the day with the pleasant sight
Of tranquil sheep grazing in velvet pastures.