Poem
I wrote this poem; please enjoy.
I plan on using this as a song in the near future.
The poem is currently untitled below.
These roads lead me home,
to a place well known.
Trees of brown
and ground of white;
not green.
Dashed and solid
lines, keep my boundries
fresh in my mind.
motel at the side
of the road. stream
slicing the white ground
into pieces.
The sun is dulled
from the clouds
in front of it.
This road takes me
from civilization
to emptieness.
From Walmarts
to forests.
From Strip malls
to pastures.
Distant graveyards
call for attention; a vist.
For the dead
are boring fellows
for friends.
West is my home,
west is the place
well known.
Very much enjoyed the picture that you conveyed with your poem…thanks for sharing it.
I think you’re right. This will make a good song.
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