Rural Therapy Session

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