Sometimes I drive down country roads

Past where the blacktop ends
Down Swope road in Dayton, Virginia
Past freshly chopped cornfields with doves flying overhead
Where chipmunks dart across the grass
The ‘87 Chevrolet pickup rattling while it goes over old cattleguards
And several whitetail deer walk along the edge of the woods
With the occasional bald eagle soaring overhead
I feel the crisp, cool breeze coming through the open windows
With the sharp breaking of twigs on the road
The sound of the pickup’s worn out V-8 sends a groundhog quickly back to it’s hole
I hear a combine churning as the silage plunges into a truck alongside
With the sound of an old John Deere finishing a day’s work
I see the orange sunset in the dusty rearview mirror
Signaling the end the day