· a slight breeze rustles
in the canopy above
as i walk this quiet
country road in thought
a stone fence keeps me
company that must’ve
been made many years
ago and up ahead near
a bend in the road is
a small farm quite old
with weathered wood
from standing strong
against the winter winds
and the unforgiving
summer sun
here with the breeze
caressing my face
and the trees
serenading me so
i can finally let go
here i feel at peace
here i can walk and
feel whole
here i can get
in touch with
my soul 
~ poem “Song of the Soul” by Michael Traveler, author/poet.
photo by Thomas Schoeller
Nelle's journey 