Day 303 - Anywhere America

Hop in your truck, car or van

Hurry get moving as fast as you can

This day is not going to wait for you

After all in the real world few things do

They speed up on the old turnpike

Pedal to the floor, urging the engine faster

Unaware of how we did when young with only a bike

It would seem today, to be the worst disaster

Power resides in the lines that guide drivers

Without them we would all turn into colliders

Hundreds around the country can say

This road is like that one I get on every day

Day 287 - Extraordinary

A vibrant cataclysm of color greets my memory

In the scene of reflections we flee from

Rushing across the sky of clouds

To a fantastic illuminating hum

The blades of grass push away daisies

To make fields greener if only for this instant

Begging you to run through them barefoot

To inhale the evergreen wonders of mint

The sun glances off a tiny sliver of glass

Shielding your vessel with intelligence

Pulling things from this reality far away

Across the ivy embraced plane fence

There is the faded but ever sharp warning

"Objects may be closer than they appear"

But that is simply the life we live

Nothing is ever caged enough to be crystal clear

Day 225 - Must Turn Left

Must Turn Left

Destruction leaves a foul taste

Amongst perfect homes and offices

All is rigidly encased

So when nothing seems quite right

We choose to cut and paste

Red on white, with black and yellow

Almost like that old warning

We were told during a snake show

When we were quite young

Something we did need to know'

About how the world turns out

When age gets the best of us

Regardless if we go on and pout

Goodbyes still creep up too fast

Forcing us onto that new route

No promises that it will last