Dirt Roads Gentle pace, gentled thoughts
Green growing and immediate
Bark of fox, call of thrush
Smell of loam, water’s rush
Rebirth inside of peace and love
Aware of time but unappalled
Rising in air before it falls
No despair at dust to dust
Like me, all part of a cycle
Years and life going on well
Neighbors in a pickup truck
Picking strawberries growing wild
At the end of this dirt road
Life sweet, sufficient in itself
Beautiful fullness of present moments
Live Now – No time to be lost!