What Lies Beyond

Family road trips. This is the place that I looked at for miles along the side of the car. I always wondered what layed behind the turns of the trees; what followed the rows of corn on the other side? Who lives back in those woods? Is there a greener pasture on over the hills? This is like the place that I call home. It reminds me of this town, and small communities. I would fall asleep to the humming of the car and the wheels scraping the pebbles along the high way. I want to run through the rows in the pasture, just to see where I would end up. Then lay under a tree near a meadow, and see what the marshmellow clouds want to tell me.