The Bell sounds the tone,
They begin to lower the gate.
Now, get out of your car,
And, take a walk, and wait.
The cruiser powers by,
Wake behind its bow bent.
Time for you, to sail back home,
On the black, dusty pavement.
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Author:
PoetVids (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 17th, 2023 12:35
- Comment from author about the poem: From the drawbridge over the Alligator River in North Carolina. Nice boat :)
- Category: Nature
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