Down These Roads by James O'Brien

These wooded, winding mountain roads
Are beautiful to see.
They always show the way to go,
To where I’d love to be.

The mountain air is fresh and clean,
The trees so tall and green,
And as I travel down each path
I see a lovely scene.

And yet there’s more in life I see
Than just a scenic road;
There’s memory of my father
And a wilderness abode.

I see the times we fished the streams,
The hunting trips we took;
The times we sat and talked of life
Beside a babbling brook.

And so as I look down these roads,
There’s more than trees I see;
There are the memories of my dad,
A dad I hope to be.

© James O’Brien
May 2005

Photo by James O'Brien

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