• shivtado 9w

    Drove along the
    country roads,
    welcoming mustards,
    Enthralling green.
    Sun was knocking
    on my side screen.
    Hung up my boots,
    I am back to my roots,
    farms, freedom, food
    No words to conclude,
    The joy of this elude.
    I sighed for a minute,
    forever I wish this to be,
    No joy is permanent
    Time reminded,
    It meant to go, Yes it is.