Wheels run free wending over hills and rolling green country fields- patchwork land paints summer hue in mottled shades of yellow, brown, off-white and violet-blue.
Wheels move on through old towns quaint villages rebuilt from old stone crafted by builders long gone.... who held the chisel moved the gavel guided by the sun.
Labour turns refreshment through sun-parched days and winter cold. The quarry rests dry-stone bare in midday glare as autumn colours burn bold.
Wheels roll past a fallen wall and ancient mall. Sky above reveals a distant haze with sun ablaze and whispers from the air. An old world has passed a threshold here and now as time walks, runs spins and overlaps the outer path. Wheels drive on.... dimensions new.
Last Edit: Aug 1, 2023 16:34:22 GMT 9.5 by fjrogers
Distant peaks emerge....clear as day. The hermit's lantern turns to guide the way. Hermit's Way - F. J. Rogers