THERE is a road that stretches
Through sunny yesterdays,
Adown remembered vistas,
And over long lost ways.
My feet would tread it always,
If they could have their will,
But Wonder comes to call me
Across the future’s hill.
THE road to the tomorrows
--Its challenge is supreme.
I do not know its windings,
Its hidden wood and stream,
Its distances alluring,
Its vales of mystery.
But I shall drive and find them.
It is the road for me.
Photo of car on country road. Landscape occupies bottom quarter of
frame. Flat road extends from foreground straight into background and
towards foothills. One tall, narrow tree is on each side of road,
framing the sides and extending to the top of the frame. Car is on right
side of road. A part of a building is shown to the right of the car,
about five yards off the road, and is partially obscured by the tree.
Photo is copyrighted by “Tod Powell.”