Corduroy bumps
down the red dirt road
surrounded by pine needles
shrouded in green canopy

The smell of dust and turpentine
a white tail deer runs away
as the cottontail rabbits sits and watches
and the crows, caw  and caw

Beans creek runs
straddled by an old wood bridge
the board rattle fearfully
as we drive across

A gas line right of way cut into the woods
in the distance opens to pasture
the other way up a hill
till you can see no more

River cane grows tall
where the spring runs
out of and down the hill
glistening the side of the road

Red dirt transforms to black top
as driveways start
and house pop up
on either side of the road

Then paved hard road
starts at a stop sign
I turn around
as the city is not for me