I can take you there today, if I can find it.
If I can get the key to the padlock on the chain.
You can hold the gate aside. I will drive through.
You click the padlock closed. You climb back in.
We drive across wild meadows where the road was.
We get out where the log bridge washed away.
We ford the creek, knee deep in rushing water.
Our clothes should dry out quickly in this sun
But here the path comes underneath the trees.
interesting painting and good poem, Alan.
groetjes, Francina
Dank je wel, Francina
I love taking this journey “home”–beautiful and evocative.
Thanks, Elise