I took this photo yesterday, and as Karen Hurd (hwy61) suggested, it badly needs a poem to go along! I can't come up with anything at the top of my head, so any suggestions will be greatly appreciated :-) Have a great Friday, everyone! :-) Here is the photo:
P.S. Thank you all so much for your poem sugesstions! I picked "Dirt Road" as Nicole Louise Bridges suggested, but I loved all the poems you posted! They will serve as an inspiration for future photos! If you find more, keep them coming - I enjoy reading them! :-)
Some words started in my head, but this image is far too sunny and bright for thoughts like mine to do it any justice. ;) Looking forward to seeing what others might come up with, though. :)
It's from a really long poem, this is just the first verse:
I came across a dirt road,
And thought I heard it say,
I know you’ve driven asphalt,
But please turn down this way.
And so I answered the dirt road,
And walked down its first mile,
The things I saw as I trudged on,
Caused me to slow and smile.
@nicolelouise83 Nicole, I LOVE it!!! It fits perfectly! Do you know the name and the author of the poem? Thank you so much! I'll keep the thread open for a little more, but I think this verse is what we needed! :-)
The whole poem is quite pretty, but is a little longer than you may want to post. That's why I just took the first verse. It's called Dirt Road by Loree (Mason) O’Neil.
@bigmike I love these photos, Michael, especially the second one! Open spaces mean freedom and happiness to me - so much better than a concrete parking lot!
AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,
The crooked path across the lot.
It left the road by school and church,
A pencilled shadow, nothing more,
That parted from the silver-birch
And ended at the farm-house door.
No line or compass traced its plan;
With frequent bends to left or right,
In aimless, wayward curves it ran,
But always kept the door in sight.
The gabled porch, with woodbine green,
The broken millstone at the sill,
Though many a rood might stretch between,
The truant child could see them still.
No rocks across the pathway lie,
No fallen trunk is o'er it thrown,
And yet it winds, we know not why,
And turns as if for tree or stone.
Perhaps some lover trod the way
With shaking knees and leaping heart,
And so it often runs astray
With sinuous sweep or sudden start.
Or one, perchance, with clouded brain
From some unholy banquet reeled,
And since, our devious steps maintain
His track across the trodden field.
Nay, deem not thus,no earthborn will
Could ever trace a faultless line;
Our truest steps are human still,
To walk unswerving were divine!
Truants from love, we dream of wrath;
Oh, rather let us trust the more!
Through all the wanderings of the path,
We still can see our Father's door!
For those of us who love poems, quotations and song lyrics this makes a wonderful idea. The majority of photos in my fave file are those with something meaningful attached in the commentary.
Wherever the Trail May Lead (Tim McGraw) (from Home on the Range)
Come with me, and let's go wander
Far beyond the wild blue yonder,
Out where stars roam free.
Though the journey's far from breezy,
Stick with me, I'll make it easy-
You can depend on me.
Yeah, there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin', I swear,
I'll get us there,
Wherever the trail may lead.
Once we cross that far horizon,
Life is bound to be surprisin'-
But we'll take it day by day.
Never mind the wind and weather,
If we walk that trail together,
Somehow we'll find our way.
Yeah, there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin', I vow,
We'll get through somehow,
Wherever the trail may lead.
Can't tell you when we'll be there-
It may take all our lives.
We're headin' for that great unknown.
We'll soon be walkin' free there,
But 'til that day arrives,
At least we won't be travellin' alone...
And there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin, don't fear,
'Cause I'll be right here,
To give you the strength youo need...
And through the whole ride,
I'll be by your side,
Wherever the trail may lead.
First thing that popped in my head was Robert Frost.
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
You took my heart, wrapped it up
In your rusty sighs of melancholy fields
Your mosquito kisses pressed on my throat
While those liquid stares played their symphonies
In my hair
In my head
In my spine torn rough on your crystal breath
All while your fingers strayed
Lingered
When your words would not
When your love would not
When you
Would not
When dusty roads and April skies
Filled your head with perishable stars
And all those other, short-lived celestial moments
I caught my jacket on a barbed-wire fence
And you laughed
Your gossamer melodies peeling the doubt
Right off my tuneless eyes
And still I can’t be, still I can’t breathe
Until you let me love you
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I might polish it later. I hope you like it. Well, it's something I said I'd write. :)
@jinximages I am speechless!!! The poem is breathtaking!!! I thought you had forgotten, so when I got it in my mail I started reading it and I was just...WOW...!!! You not only are an amazing photographer, but you also have a great way with words! I absolutely LOVE that poem!! The waiting was well worth it!!! I can't stop re-reading it! It's so powerful and I love the way it gradully builds up to the culmination! Once again, brillinat work! Thank you so much for sharing! Is it OK if I post it along with the photo? I think more people need to read it!
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I came across a dirt road,
And thought I heard it say,
I know you’ve driven asphalt,
But please turn down this way.
And so I answered the dirt road,
And walked down its first mile,
The things I saw as I trudged on,
Caused me to slow and smile.
The Crooked Footpath
AH, here it is! the sliding rail
That marks the old remembered spot,
The gap that struck our school-boy trail,
The crooked path across the lot.
It left the road by school and church,
A pencilled shadow, nothing more,
That parted from the silver-birch
And ended at the farm-house door.
No line or compass traced its plan;
With frequent bends to left or right,
In aimless, wayward curves it ran,
But always kept the door in sight.
The gabled porch, with woodbine green,
The broken millstone at the sill,
Though many a rood might stretch between,
The truant child could see them still.
No rocks across the pathway lie,
No fallen trunk is o'er it thrown,
And yet it winds, we know not why,
And turns as if for tree or stone.
Perhaps some lover trod the way
With shaking knees and leaping heart,
And so it often runs astray
With sinuous sweep or sudden start.
Or one, perchance, with clouded brain
From some unholy banquet reeled,
And since, our devious steps maintain
His track across the trodden field.
Nay, deem not thus,no earthborn will
Could ever trace a faultless line;
Our truest steps are human still,
To walk unswerving were divine!
Truants from love, we dream of wrath;
Oh, rather let us trust the more!
Through all the wanderings of the path,
We still can see our Father's door!
Oliver Wendell Holmes
That leads me to your door,
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before.........'
Come with me, and let's go wander
Far beyond the wild blue yonder,
Out where stars roam free.
Though the journey's far from breezy,
Stick with me, I'll make it easy-
You can depend on me.
Yeah, there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin', I swear,
I'll get us there,
Wherever the trail may lead.
Once we cross that far horizon,
Life is bound to be surprisin'-
But we'll take it day by day.
Never mind the wind and weather,
If we walk that trail together,
Somehow we'll find our way.
Yeah, there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin', I vow,
We'll get through somehow,
Wherever the trail may lead.
Can't tell you when we'll be there-
It may take all our lives.
We're headin' for that great unknown.
We'll soon be walkin' free there,
But 'til that day arrives,
At least we won't be travellin' alone...
And there's a long road before us,
And it's a hard road, indeed.
Bur darlin, don't fear,
'Cause I'll be right here,
To give you the strength youo need...
And through the whole ride,
I'll be by your side,
Wherever the trail may lead.
The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
You took my heart, wrapped it up
In your rusty sighs of melancholy fields
Your mosquito kisses pressed on my throat
While those liquid stares played their symphonies
In my hair
In my head
In my spine torn rough on your crystal breath
All while your fingers strayed
Lingered
When your words would not
When your love would not
When you
Would not
When dusty roads and April skies
Filled your head with perishable stars
And all those other, short-lived celestial moments
I caught my jacket on a barbed-wire fence
And you laughed
Your gossamer melodies peeling the doubt
Right off my tuneless eyes
And still I can’t be, still I can’t breathe
Until you let me love you
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I might polish it later. I hope you like it. Well, it's something I said I'd write. :)
The more I read the poem, the more I love it!! Thank you again!