The Road Calls
I watched the sylvan world fade away.
Through my long watch, cities rose up and fell.
Ancient magic no longer holds sway.
Now comes the day to bid a fond farewell.
My watch is done when this day ends in night.
Weep not, my friend, the sun’s last glimmer leads
me home. Over hill and dale, through passes tight,
over ice-crowned mountains where my road leads.
Back to lands that still dream, where magic dwells.
The road is now calling, silver streams sing.
My feet itch to dance my way in its swells.
Say farewell. The road calls. Your blessing sing–
I carry your memory. The road calls,
I must answer, I bid farewell to all.
for Writing 101 assignment 4
Melinda Kucsera - USA Today Bestselling Author of Epic Fantasy Adventures 
Lovely! When that road calls, it does so loudly!
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Thank you 🙂
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Nicely written. As you said, I love the way two people can look at a picture and write something so different.
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You have described the call of the road very well Melinda! Everyone longs for the open thrill ahead!
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Thank you 🙂 I’m curious how other people interpreted that image.
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