Off the beaten path

I swing my stick down the dirt road,
Back and forth
Back and forth
 My rain boots covered in mud,
From the undried rain of yesterday
The earth speaks to me through it's wind whipping my face,
this way and that
until it almost knocks me down,
This possessive wind pushes me to the fork in the road...
I'm off the beaten path,
No railway
No car tire tracks
Just me, my stick behind me and wet,mud covered rain boots.