it is more about the journey
coz there is no guarantee
we will reach our destination
a manual gives me more control
to maneuver those curves and bumps
an automatic relies on brakes and accelerator
dual operation leaves far less control
unable to drift with the nuances
I bounce between the extremes
I prefer the windy scenic back road
to the angry toxic highway
less traffic and more courtesy
a more leisurely pace
coasting thru the curves
glimpsing lush green valleys
than speeding with agro impatience
tailgating me or changing their pace
when overtaking opportunities arise
a steady rural pace
fits easier than the toxic race
living in the now is ace!
aroused 
Such a nice poem! Incredible!
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Ah..peaceful poem. Lovely
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“a steady rural pace
fits easier than the toxic race
living in the now is ace!” love your words! Fits me to a tea!
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Love it! I am planning a trip and for a good portion I’ve mapped out the route on the “Pig Trail Scenic Byway”. Although I’m anxious to get to the destination, I know that the journey is at least half the fun! (and that fun includes a more leisurely pace with slower speeds and a better view than miles of asphalt and concrete!)
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I love it! Especially that first paragraph
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YES! this created such a beautiful visualization.
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Lovely poem and nice to be enjoying this scenic beauty. Awesome, Kate 👍👍👍
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So true! I agree! 🙂
AND, yes, it is all about the journey.
I’m so glad we crossed paths on our journeys. 🙂
I love the less traveled, slower paced route…which reminds me of Mr. Robert Frost…
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I…
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
HUGS!!! 🙂
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It’s all about the journey
It’s where you’ve been, not where you’re going
But the river’s running fast
So much faster than I’m rowing
My life is overtaking me
Is that my past that’s passing by?
There’s glimpses of my childhood
In the corner of my eye
I know that I’ve done evil
That I don’t deserve to live
There is no God in heaven
That is likely to forgive
A sun that rose in front of me
Is setting from behind
So, God, if you must take me
Please erase me from your mind
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Despite the constant rumour mill
My life has never been uphill
I came from mother’s underneath
A silver spoon between my teeth
Since then life’s been an open door
I could not wish for any more
I don’t deserve a life like me
I don’t deserve your sympathy
I don’t deserve another day
But I’ll take it. Anyway.
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Your beautiful poem, Kate, says what we experienced recently : diving again on an ancient road intead of the highway!
Love ❤
Michel
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Exactly the way I feel about my journey. Also I hope to meet supporting and kind co passengers who make the journey interesting 🙂
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Wow.. I’ve not done any touring in car this year Kate… your wonderful poem has me wanting me to do a little tour soon… ??
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Lovely poem Kate.. I miss those windy beaches and silent roads…
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I agree in that the journey is the real challenge and how I make out of it.
I keep trying as everyday is a new journey.
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Great poem! The quiet roads seem to lead to inner peace…
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How well you’ve started the case for rural living.
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Yes, that one change that I think will stay with us, working remotely. People have realized that not everyone has to be physically at their work places.
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I’m the same way! I have a long commute to work everyday, yet I always take the longer more scenic way vs the highway! Beautiful poem! 🥰
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I’m totally with you on this! During weekends as a rule we take the longer scenic routes…
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This is so lovely Kate. And you have the best views. The first few lines…so deep.
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What a rude awakening the opening stanza is; we get so comfortable and carried away, but forget we might never get there, right? and what’s the final destiny anyway? there is only one guaranteed outcome.
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well picked Angela … it’s about the journey, the destination is always a bonus if we find it 🙂
But it’s also moveable, changeable … it transforms during our journey 🙂
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Love this! I also prefer the windy scenic back roads 🙂
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Wonderful poem, and I love the picture as well.
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Kate, Lovely poem. I too, have a fondness for scenic byways. ❤ Happy trails! Cheryl
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