In Transit

Traveling through river country
Following white lines

The mountains fade behind me
Flood country ahead of me
The highway in between

I miss home already
With its warmth and comfort
But rising anticipation
Spurs my thoughts to what lies ahead

Poplars on the edge of the highway
Sparkle
Golden in the sun
The shadows grow ever longer
As I wind my way south west
To the adventure of another land

A moment to consider , a pause
Before I start to track
More white lines ahead