Day Two Hundred and Nine

On The Road

My favourite road in the world. A road that leads to childhood summers, burning rocks underfoot, refreshing river swims, ghost stories, the smell of pine trees and the sound of screeching cockatoos. Every year when you drive down this road you can't help but reflect on the past, present and future, and think how lucky you are to be there again.

"Where am I going? I don't quite know.
Down to the stream where the king-cups grow --
Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know.
Where am I going? The clouds sail by,
Little ones, baby ones, over the sky.
Where am I going? The shadows pass,
Little ones, baby ones, over the grass.
If you were a cloud, and sailed up there,
You'd sail on water as blue as air,
And you'd see me here in the fields and say:
"Doesn't the sky look green today?"
Where am I going? The high rooks call:
"It's awful fun to be born at all."
Where am I going? The ring-doves coo:
"We do have beautiful things to do."
If you were a bird, and lived on high,
You'd lean on the wind when the wind came by,
You'd say to the wind when it took you away:
"That's where I wanted to go today!"
Where am I going? I don't quite know.
What does it matter where people go?
Down to the wood where the blue-bells grow --
Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know".
-A.A. Milne

To inject a little inspiration into my blog this month, I have decided to play along with the challenge presented on Fat Mum Slims blog (www.fatmumslim.com.au) and for today the theme was Day 27: On The Road