Somewhere Down The Road

I remember going down Poplar Hill School House Road, to the East Milton Road to Rte 232, then onto Route 2...

The road really does stretch longer
when you follow it back in time.
I am like Frost, one more hill to climb.
With urge to be home ever stronger,
I look to the past with wonder,
sight rose colored and sublime.
Speed dictated by the clock's chime,
the faster we go, the more we squander.

I grew up bumpy dirt road wandering
with the slower pace of a country life.
I trod mud and muck tracks in Spring.
Now I gaze in awe at the speed and strife,
of my old hometown, buried under paving,
slathered thick and black with a palette knife.

It seemed to take forever before we got to town in our beat up old car or truck...I miss that pace of life...