I love walking down this old mountain road.
It matters not which side I go.
No one is rushing up here, they just stop and say hello.
We talk about nothing important up here.
People just like to bend a stranger’s ear.
One stopped and asked if I knew the time.
I shook my head and said, sorry, but no.
Isn’t that great he exclaimed!
That’s the way we like it here, just nice and slow.
As his truck rattled away, I thought this is my day.
Kicking a rock here and there and wondering only what to say.
I learned that faster is not always the way to go.
I love walking back up this old mountain road.
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