True Happiness

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Each day as the hot summer sun softens
like a glob of melting butter
and the shadows stretch out over fields,
I bike quietly down a quaint little road
dotted with farms like familiar sunspots.
Gravel crunches under my ancient tires
and I feel content, relaxing with each turn
of the wheel like a stretching cat.
The air smells of sweet wildflowers
and glassy-eyed cows who try
to remember if they've seen me before.
The brilliant sky, blue as a tropical sea,
contrasts so sharply with gold-streaked,
jet green cornfields that I am in awe.
The humid wind tickles my toes and
caresses my face as I fly down a hill,
a rush of pure joy
settling in my stomach as I know
true happiness.

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ohmakemeover This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 28, 2011 at 12:12 am
This reminds me of my hometown!  Very midwest and rural and cozy.  I love the similes and metaphors, especially the sun softening like butter.
ritabelle511 replied...
Jul. 29, 2011 at 11:31 am
Thanks! I live in a rural-ish area, so I enjoy being outside :)
freeflow23 said...
Jul. 1, 2011 at 11:04 am
I could not only see what was going on but feel it too. You succeeded in capturing the real meaning of true happiness in a poem.
ritabelle511 replied...
Jul. 1, 2011 at 3:50 pm
Thank you - it's one of my favorite summer hobbies, so it definitely makes me happy!
silent_reader said...
Jun. 28, 2011 at 2:38 pm
I felt relaxed and like i was there when i was reading this poem. Its really good
ritabelle511 replied...
Jun. 28, 2011 at 6:09 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting :)
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