Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Smell The Sun Flowers

And roads go nowhere and they are rugged and worn
Deep into the desert they trail in dust
Born from necessity of intrepid wanderers
Seeking the path of the rough men riding
Delivering messages from loved ones far away
As paths cross and cut through the hot and desolate
Desert roads are not all lonely and still
While the sun brings flowers to the edges of despair
A road slices through the heat with a gold lining
And flowers line the path of fortitude
And sunflowers line the road home.

__Pony Express Trail, Somewhere near Tooele, UT__

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