The Road
Cynnamon Schreinert
The road stretches out before me.
It’s barren and plain.
Afternoon’s sun shines down upon me.
The sky is blue,no clouds today.
A few patches of grass line the sides
but mostly there’s sand
and a few dead trees.
It’s hot out here.
No refreshing breeze.
Standing in the middle of the road
looking out before me:
There’s nothing but road
and a lonely country.