"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw
"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Monday, March 28, 2011

Country Roads



The high road

The road less traveled

The low road

That's only graveled

Shake a tree

And look at a map

Are we lost

On a deadend trap?

Get the gas can

and admit defeat

We're outta gas

We'd better beat feet......

9 comments:

Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

That was quick, Kathe! (You must really have gotten inspired!) Nicely done!

Corinna said...

Love!

Bee's Blog said...

Oh this is lovely!

lines n shades said...

this is wonderful :)

Evelyn said...

beat feet!
love it!

Gigi Ann said...

That is great. I hadn't quite thought of it as a road. Silly me. You can find mine at http://annsshadowsofmymind.blogspot.com

Mama Zen said...

Very cool!

Jim Swindle said...

Well done.

Lolamouse said...

My husband would NEVER admit we were lost! Enjoyed this one!