Crunching gravel under grooved tires
Laughter of the young, and philosophy of the old
Encompassed hopes, dreams, desires
Silent secrets whispered by the brave and bold
Miles and miles, with many more to come
Providence to Freeport, travels abound
Coasting the road accompanied by the pounding drum
This is happening now, we are western bound
Roadblocks are starting to appear ahead
Headlights are blinding the road in front of us
The downpour outside filling drivers with dread
Its late out people headed home on the bus
The hours are waning now, the dark is encroaching
Full throttle now swinging into motion
This is a great poem Molly. Yours has a good flow and your vocabulary choices are spectacular. You also have some great phrasing.
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ReplyDeleteThis is very well written. Your poem flows nicely and is nice to read.The imagery is really well built!
ReplyDeleteI really like this creedon! I like the imagery and diction.
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