There are roads

Awaiting our footfalls

An exploration

First hand

On the ground

Powered by legs

And heart

Bravery in the journey

A slow speed adventure

With new views

And foreign paths

The world opens

Before us

One sunrise sprint

At a time

A middle distance view

A snapshot of America

Chasing hope

Flexing strength

Before each new sunrise

And every strange vista

Rains will fall

And cornfields will stretch

Tall to the skies

Over flat ground

Where mountains cease

And every farm

Is a waving sea

Of greenery

We will worship

With sweat and effort

An open air church

Welcoming

Joyful

Newness in every moment

Uncharted

With every mile ~ Caroline A. Slee