Just For You Poetry

The highway stretches across the land
It passes through places thick with people
And flickers in and out of great forests
Winding its way among mountains and wetlands
Parting prairie grasses
Passing between ripening fields
Intersecting and branching out
Like a great tree, bringing life

Everyday it is the same
Rain or shine, snow or hail
It's long journey unnoticed and unsung
After all...it's just a road

Perhaps that's why it sighs in the distance
Like the tall pines I once knew.

i had never thought of the highway like that Cindy, yes just like a tree with branches and twigs, what a wonderful image !

Then again, it never changes so like a concrete tree, static and grey, but with perhaps your tall pines at the end of it

The road is a gateway to adventure and you made it come alive with your vivid descriptions.
I am most happy on the road to somewhere.