River Road (100 words)
The running road runs like a river
Through the flowers and the loam;
The one road that I desire
Is the road that’s running home.
Through the green trees tall and heavy
Trees of fir and pine and cone
And the honeysuckle twining
On the fences down toward home—
Little creeks and rivers leaping
Brighter than the wide sea foam
Skipping, laughing on our journey
To our destination, home.
And the little fishes gleaming—
Too wise are they, to be alone—
And yet too simple to consider
The gift it is to be at home.
Written in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Check it out!