Dusty Path

Feet shuffling along this dusty path.

Pebbles shooting ahead at the mercy of my feet.
Little grass blowing along the trail.
Windy road for miles ahead.
Mind drifting like the clouds above.

Sheep graze on a distant hill.
Ducks waddle and plop into the lake.
vultures swoop above looking for a corpse.

Dust fills the air. Clouding the trail.
I still know where I am going.

Stop at a large rock.

Little humming bird has found sweet blossom.
Hovering, wings a blur.
Delicious nectar.
Needled beak sips.
Iridescent feathers change with the suns rays.

Little ladybug scales thin grass.
Swaying with the breeze.
Legs dance upon the weed.
Wings raise, ladybug leaves.

Dusty trail leads me to tracks.
Train tracks, a trestle.
North to South.
Passing past the dusty trail.
Hastily taking in the scenery.
Gone, gone into tunnels.

Along steel tracks.
Nothing like the dusty trail.
Works day and night.
Rumbling, Rumbling.
Train is coming.
Out of the way, down the hill.
Watch as the train passes.
Noisy, disruptive.
Wonderful and strong.
Set in a trance I watch it disappear.
Leaving me with chirping birds and swaying trees.

Missing the excitement, the noise.
A void. It passes. I move on.

Back on the dusty trail.
To a pond.
A fisherman casts a line.
Waiting for the fish to take the bait.
Waiting, Waiting.
I never see the tugging.

Time to move on.
To follow the dusty trail,
Back to my busy life.
Away from my quiet thoughts.
Back to school, Back to class, Back to Life.

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