Why are country roads so lonely?

In every book, time worn tale

poem or sonnet, without fail

country roads are always lonely…

Is it an effort to set the scene

from summertime to Halloween?

Across the lane cold wind is blowing…

I think if I was a country road

I’d be happy with fox and toad

and wish the cars would keep on going!

What is lonely about a well-worn path

that shares the leaves’ rustling laugh?

Its deepest secrets are not for showing….

Audio Version
(As it sounds in my head)