This country road, in the slow locale of life, seduces
bird calls, sounds of creek flow, flowers that grow wild.
 
This rural route creates a place where people’s dogs train
visiting cars to slow down. Houses stand far apart,  
often hide from view. No sign leads to the mule field.   
 
These trees claim a right to live, fall over when life is done.
Roosters call the day. A whippoorwill rules the night.


© by Mary Ricketson.
Used here with the author’s permission.