"When dawn spreads its paintbrush on the plain, spilling purple... ," Songs of the Pioneers song from TV show "Wagon Train." Dawn on the mythic Santa Fe Trail, New Mexico, looking toward Raton from Cimarron. -- Clarkphoto. A curmudgeon's old-fashioned newspaper column, cross-breeding metaphors and journalism and art, for readers in 150 countries.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Psalm of the backroads--2

We are travelers, you and I
From the time of Abram
Who knew he was a stranger in a strange land
to us, who think we have permanent tents,
Rarely questioning the origin
of our hunger, our travel lust
until we get on back roads
with the windows down
the smells and sounds and sights of life
we miss in airconditioned cocoons
at home and work or on Interstates.
Here we notice you as fellow traveler
as time slows down,
as we travel in our minds and senses.
We travel miles, and years
on winding roads, up and down and around,
until we meet you on the intersection
ahead where you travel
on a road that never ends.

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