"For me it's the road in front of
grade school where I waited on
days just like this, for something
to come out of the air, for anything
or nothing to change. I ran out into
it when I shouldn't, dared the ditches
full of icy water during spring floods,
stood waiting beside it for my
hundredth ride home, stood back
from it watching the teacher
chasing my brother down toward
Krantz's farm - he'd made her so mad,
stood in it inhaling the smell of
freshly mowed grass and weeds,
stood there in rain and mud,
in snow, and yet, to you it's just
another country road."


country road
photo © 1987 the archive of light