Monday, July 4, 2022

Poem: Ride With Me

Ride With Me
Ride with me,
South to North.
Highways are the arteries
Of America,
Pumping its heartblood.
Trains chug, trucks rule roads.
As palms become pines,
“A”s become broader.
Sun becomes smokestacks,
We are all the same
In our deepest recesses,
Changed, but surviving still.
Natural beauty endures,
In this precious moment,
Transcending differences.
Seeing it again, after so long,
I am renewed,
And the journey continues,
Tiptoeing toward freedom, normalcy,
One step, one mile, at a time.

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Annette Pisano-Higley is a Registered Nurse living in both Albany and Florida. She is a published song-lyricist and published a book of her original Adirondack poetry, with photography by her husband Walter Higley, Adirondack Echoes, available on Annette’s book was inspired by their idyllic summers at the beloved family Camp on Limekiln Lake, Inlet, in the beautiful New York State Adirondack Park.


6 Responses

  1. Ruth Gais says:

    Wonderful poem for July 4! Thank you!

  2. Daniel Bogdan says:

    Two comments.
    Trains haven’t chugged in years.
    These arteries called highways are now clogged with climate changing gases affecting the rest of the body, our world. Time to travel a different way.

  3. Annette Pisano-Higley says:

    Thank you for your read and perceptive comments Daniel. They are well-taken. I guess I chose to look at the immediate beauty of the impressions during the drive, and also was showing my age I guess. Took a literal and figurative ‘vacation of spirit’ to live for the moment, with the negativity of harsh reality repressed for a minute in time, and then tried to chronicle it in a bit of poetry.

  4. Jim says:

    Thank you, Annette

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