Life wears me out with its
twists and turns, and
hairpin curves.
I keep waiting for
a long, peaceful stretch
of a highway, bathed in
the rising sun.
A golden wheatfield to
to the left, a moss-covered
pond with dragonflies to
the right.
The road turns to gravel
and climbs rapidly uphill.
There are signs along the
way that promise the world.
The road gradually turns
to dirt and ultimately
disappears.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2024 10:54
- Comment from author about the poem: My book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems is available on Amazon.com
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Comments8
lol that's all I'm trying to say 🤣 although I could never say it so poetically 🌹
You are the sweetest, dear Teddy.
Sheeeeeeesh .. well that's life for ya
Thanks, brother.
Does it end in a field thick with daisies?! After all, roads end in cow pastures, and there's something rather romantic about that. Lovely and excellently rendered with great details. Thank you for sharing. I like it.
Thanks.
That wonderful part of the highway will be there for you Thomas.
Andy
Thanks, my friend.
You have summed up the journey as most of us see it Thomas, and so well too. Loving those pics of you with whoppers of fish. Not just great at poetry. Have a great day.
Thank you so much, Cassie.
Love this, Thomas. Great imagery and perfectly described. Great job, my friend.
Thanks, brother.
I feel you Thomas., been looking for the long stretch myself. I'd like to take a minute to relax a bit. After all, it's not the years, it's the milage! I especially liked the reading of the poems, the first and second ones took me off guard in the best way possible. Thank you for that.
You are welcome. Thank you.
What bait did you use?
Creek Chub
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