A thousand times a thousand steps
I've walked this country road
In springs soft rains and summer's breeze
And deep in winter's cold
Past fields of corn and pastures green
And rusting automobiles
Past bluebirds perching on a fence
And the crests of rolling hills.
I've sat beside the sycamore
That spreads its roots into the stream
And saw the rising autumn sun
Glowing through the misty scene.
Saw ladies hanging laundry out
And men before the plow
Saw children picking berries
And nature showing how
I should walk on with open eyes
And freedom in my gait
To understand the country road
And what it does create.