Country roads running East, West, North and South—yet going nowhere.
Those roads from my childhood are the ones I remember.
I kept hoping to find one to take me far away—someday.
Eventually, I found it. What a pity! It dropped me off in that big ole city.
Now—I’m looking for another country road to take me back home again.
Because I know now that it is those city streets that lead nowhere.
Those country roads that seemingly run nowhere are really going everywhere.
They are the ones I long to cruise again someday.
Please tell me what you think
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Dear Damon, I know I looked at this poem before and thought I'd commented, sorry about that my friend.
I find the road that leads home is the sweetest one to find, there's nothing better than going home when you've been away somewhere.
A great poem my friend and one day you and Caroline my cruise those country roads that lead everywhere.
Love Joan
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I woudl love to be able to travel not just country roads but from country to courntry as well Joan. How are you my friend?
Thanks for taking a minute to comment on this one of mine.
Damon
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A man after my own heart...I hate the hustle and bustle of cities, nobody has time for each other, whereas in the country we nod to passersby and wave to the old neighbour and if we have not seen someone for a while, we take the time to go see
Nice one Deke 
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Thanks so much Lynne, I really appreciate your kind comment. It really is amazing how much difference there is in country folks and city people. I get along well with both, but I prefer country folk anytime.
Damon
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