Country Roads (And Secret Codes)A Poem by PeteLive in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. - Thoreauwith the top down we drove winding, back, country roadsthe radio blasting out our favorite songs our hands frequently reaching for the dial at the same time a good excuse to hold them instead as our young hearts sped especially when we took a room at the next town © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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