The Country Road

A thousand times a thousand steps

I've walked this country road

In springs soft rains and summer's breeze

And deep in winter's cold

Past fields of corn and pastures green

And rusting automobiles

Past bluebirds perching on a fence

And the crests of rolling hills.

I've sat beside the sycamore

That spreads its roots into the stream

And saw the rising autumn sun

Glowing through the misty scene.

Saw ladies hanging laundry out

And men before the plow

Saw children picking berries

And nature showing how

I should walk on with open eyes

And freedom in my gait

To understand the country road

And what it does create.

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