The Roads Forgotten

Roads forgotten through the sands of time, take me back to a simpler place. Those days have long faded into complexity and a race to beat the clock. Slowing down is near impossible, but it's what I long for.

I hold dearest to me my childhood and nostalgia fills my thoughts. A time when playgrounds became battlefields and bedsheets-forts. It was these times that I was happiest. Another moment I miss were the times I'd sit in my Daddy's lap and steer the old blue van through the neighborhood while he corrected my attempts to take on mailboxes. :)

I want my dirt roads back, my green fields, the pastures of horses and cows. A place where people could support themselves and the community was intertwined. Front doors never locked and fence posts only served as a landmark for a foot race. I turn my head from the modern world of office jobs and science before morals.Time has sped up on me, if only I could take the clock off the wall. Deadlines, due dates, minute-to-minute schedules.These don't belong in my time.

Nature where I find my peace, clear my mind, and marvel at the creations my God has set before my eyes.

My wish....for my roads forgotten to once again discovered.