# the dusty roads of Iowa - Link: https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/ - Published: 2014-11-11T03:05:00-07:00 - Author: My Walkabout A pile of leaves has met it’s end among the muck and mud of Mother earth. I cradle them in my arms before tossing them lightly in the breeze. [[ Small ponies run scared from an unknown and unseen intruder. A lone sheep joins the frenzy whilst I observe from a rotting fence post. The clouds move slowly past row after row of corn and still water….you know the kind. [[ An empty and dusty road in the twilight of evening. I rev the engine and disappear into the dust of sunset, outracing the past toward the future….. [[ as I find meaning along the dusty roads of Iowa. ### Share this: * [ Email ](https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/?subject=%5BShared%20Post%5D%20the%20dusty%20roads%20of%20Iowa&body=https%3A%2F%2Fmywalkabout.net%2Fthe-dusty-roads-of-iowa%2F&share=email) * [Post](https://x.com/share) * [Share on Tumblr](https://www.tumblr.com/share) * [ WhatsApp ](https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/?share=jetpack-whatsapp) * [ Nextdoor ](https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/?share=nextdoor) * [ Threads ](https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/?share=threads) * [[ * [Tweet](https://twitter.com/share) * [ Reddit ](https://mywalkabout.net/the-dusty-roads-of-iowa/?share=reddit) ### Like this: Like Loading…