Country Roads

by Joyce Sutphen



It was one of those days
when the sun poured gold
into the air, and flecks of
light floated in shafts that
fell through the branches
of yellow leaf and green.
We’d had dinner at a place
on the edge of a lake, and
now we were going back
to town. There was a simple
way to get there, but she
didn’t take it. Instead, we
drove the country roads
with the corn rows flicking by,
each one visible for a half
second, then gone. “Hello,
hello, hello,” they said, then
“Good-bye, bye, bye, bye.”
The soybeans, we agreed,
had turned burgundy overnight,
but it was the cornfields we
watched, as if we were waiting
for the waters to open, as if
we might cross over Jordan.

Comments

  1. Mike and I often ramble to and from places - it's one of our favorite things. And we really love driving past corn & soybeans, and cows, and sheep... But we' planning to move back to NC soon to help take care of Mike's dad. We've been in Ohio for almost 20 years. I think I'm going to miss it!

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