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….