Just an Average Road

Walking a stretch of road 

Pleasant with autumn's cool breeze

It's just an average road; lined with trees

A woman walks along the road at an average pace 

Her hazel eyes turn child-like as she gazes around the place

She sees herself twenty years younger racing past on a bike 

Beating her brother to their favorite tree, marking their initials firmly with a pocket knife 

Climbing around on the limbs wild young and free

They play and swing and climb around on their favorite tree 

She's passed again by herself, only fifteen years younger 

This time at a jog; smiling as she beats her best time, 

And with it the morning's fog 

She observes the younger and older version pause beside a tree
And gaze with wonder at the mighty branches, gnarled with times debris 

One proclaims it to be from Winnie the pooh, straight from the hundred-acre-wood

While the other says it looks to be, more of a Narnian styled tree

Which one fit the best; she still could not decide, 

But it definitely had a whimsical feel, 

That no one could deny 

At the sight of this old road, her eyes filled up with tears 

For it was as if time had stopped, 

and with it the passing of years. 

For it was just an average road, lined with ridges and bumps, 

But to her it was a special road, it was the road that watched her grow up

                                                                    - Riley Henderson