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 295 - Lines in the Air

Follow that line into oblivion

We can travel anywhere

Somewhere no one else has found

We can walk off until the horizon shrinks

Because we have met a corner of the world

We made it all the way to the top

Of this sphere that is always turning

And the tiny icicle like clouds

They are each filled to the brim (and beyond

Their fluffy borders), with magic undiscovered

Today someone set the world afire

And burned our memories with beauty

That is inconceivable except

To those who have gazed into your eyes

That are emerald majesty, deeper than any ocean

We met with the crossroads of life

And watched as the world sped about

All in a hurry to go somewhere else

But you and I sat happily in the moment

As we took another breath and

Looking heavenward we stared in awe

As some fanfare of wonder sounded

Blessing those who took the moment to hear it

Lines of music paper crossing the skies

To impress tunes here and beyond

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