Day 321 - Sunday Drive

Buckle up, my dear and here we go

Where we stops, nobody need know

We are just out adventuring you and I

Until we find where the road meets the sky

And then we will stop and look around

Take some earth from this sacred ground

And lay between the stars light

For by then we will have reached the height

Where heaven welcomes everyone

At the end or only just begun

Ever wishing to feel more alive

We venture out, on our Sunday

Day 216 - Shady Street

The dooming clouds are no hoax

You shall never be welcome down this way

There is no good humor to coax

Life is truly and menacingly gray

With rainbow proudly wrapped around metal

Refusing in the blowing sea breeze to settle

The green and white of conformity

Clearly declares the stately warning

There is no answer in any sort of enormity

Just a refined level of scorning

To be done in the most simplistic manner

That wreaks and weaves in waves of candor

The danger and gloom is honest dear

But so is the underlying hopeful sight

No words could make that any more clear

Or encourages any greater a fright

Yet the world would be incomplete

Without such places as cheery Burt Street