Thursday, July 3, 2014
Bike Path Field of Dreams
One segment of my early morning run passes along a bike path through the middle of a lush corn crop. At the time these pictures were taken the corn was well above my head. Frequently, rabbits run in and out of the corn. Some mornings, deer slowly emerge from the stalks like baseball players in the film, Field of Dreams. They calmly look at me, sauntered across the trail, and disappear back into the dense growth.
I've been amazed by the rapid grown. Within a day or two, it seemed, tassels appeared atop the stalks and corn silk sprouted from small newly formed ears of corn.
Just a few months ago this particular stretch of trail was bounded by windswept fields of barren dirt where forlorn flocks of geese stood in cold winter sunlight.
People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm o.k. well they look at me kind of strange
Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game
People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell them that I'm doing fine watching shadows on the wall
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball
I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go