Winding roads through miles
of land where no man
has cut down trees
to build his dwelling so fine.

Feeling as though no one
has ever walked here before
virgin land untrod
by man in his quest for adventure.

There’s peace to be found here
where wildlife still roam freely
amongst tall pines,
in shady valleys.

Chancing upon a trickling brook
pausing to wonder
to where it travels,
from whence it came.

The air is pure and
cleanses the senses
as I listen to the quiet
a sound unlike any other.

Back into the world endowed
with a different perspective
a deeper insight creating a longing
for more of that which is as yet unspoiled.

© Marcia Miller-Twiford