Some trips are planned and plotted With exact arrival and departure times But the best kind of adventure Has no customer boarding lines; The fun is in the journey Down an uncharted path Where how you got there’s a mystery As is, how and when you’ll get back


Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream