Backroads are the best, I must say,
Less traffic, a slower pace every day.

Slow down and see the scenery, more time to ponder,
It just takes a little longer to get way over yonder.

The people are friendly, they wave as you go by,
Stop at the corner grocery for ice cream, so the kids don’t cry.

Things have changed a lot these days,
Faster cars and shorter ways.

Yesterday’s gone, and forever will be,
Just sticking with the turnpike, with little to see.

But on those backroads, life moves slow,
Where smiles are warm and friendships grow.

Take the road less traveled, where memories are made,
In the quiet beauty, where time seems to fade.

May 22, 2023
Created by
MarkWaldrop