The Best of Her Days

Her peers had chosen a sea-change
But she needed somewhat more
She jumped in the car, set the nav to “range”
The goal to simply explore

City diluted to suburbs
The burbs thinned to fields of green
But her feet still itched, and her heart still skipped
This didn’t match up to the dream

Motorways narrowed to lanes
The plains bunched up into hills
Trees grew to forest, dips dropped to ravines
And her soul started to thrill

She confronted wild, rutted tracks
She vanquished fear’s brutal hold
For just over that hill, and around that bend
Was something akin to gold

But when afternoon ate into day
Her focus started to drift
With kinks in the road and sun in her eyes
The crash was a gambler’s gift 

Surrender was not an option
She’d come too far to turn round
And the golden glow on the “for-sale” sign
Caused her hopeful heart to pound

Her maimed car limped down the driveway 
She parked outside an old shack
Where sunset’s wide brush painted brilliant hues
She knew she’d never look back

Gazing out over the valleys 
Her heart exploding with praise
In the glory of, the bush fenced by naught
She’d live the best of her days

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