May 1, 2012
Miles and miles of outstretched roads,
cars passing left and right like busy bees,
mountains and forests and cliffs and rivers
all blurring together behind the glass.
Pines turning to maples, maples to oaks
and oaks to palm trees,
their massive leaves swaying in the breeze.
Papers rustling and passengers chattering,
staring out the window as the scenes fly by,
watching as the sun sets on another day.

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Padoodallee said...
Sept. 10, 2012 at 10:45 pm
My favorite line is "... all blurring together behind the glass" because it makes the illusion that the world is what is trapped inside instead of the riders. Very well written. =)
Josika.Nav said...
May 11, 2012 at 2:22 am
hey! awesome poem! i love the way you have described the roadtrip. it is short and sweet, just the way i like it. great work and keep writing :D
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