
Dirt track before asphalt,
ruts in mud, December sycamores
after a rain waiting to undress,
like always—it feels the same
to escape upcanyon in your painting,
leaving main roads behind
before it was engineered
for 18 wheels to haul gravel—
town politics behind us.
Before the flood of ’55,
Terminus Dam in ’61,
much has changed
except for the feeling you’ve captured
of peaceful adventure
at every beginning of our road home.
for Myrtle Sue Redford
Very beautiful and heartfelt!
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Thanks, Diana.
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