Rural Therapy Session
The landscape rolled like waves of the sea
Dotted about with livestock and tanks too
The air was crisp and the sunlight warm
My soul was satisfied as I took in the view
Cutting through the back countryside way
And taking the old County roads instead
We avoided the the roads of stress today
For the ones where weary souls are fed
Hawks scouted fields below as the soared
Cows laid lazily in fields of yellow grass
Wooden fences whizzed by our windows
Like weary troubles finally coming to pass
There’s something about country roads
That work a sort of rural therapy session
Easing the soul and mind of a man
And providing a path for his confession
In his mind he’s mounted on horse’s back
The lowing of cattle scattered all around
Driving this herd through unknown lands
His mind now focused his heart now found