Sunday Drive

A peaceful retreat behind the wheel
Lulled by the soft hum of the open road
No death grip highway rush today
Country roads bypass urban sprawl 
Lined by hayfields and corn rows  
Opening to green pastures
The road plays hide and seek over peaks and into valleys
As it winds through foothills of the large mountains 
Which seem to exist for the sole purpose of panorama
It passes nostalgically through through quaint villages
Ventures upon precarious bridges 
Wide, shallow rivers meander along rocky terrain
Taking it easy on a calm sunny day 
Like the local folk on a Sunday drive