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Ride with me,
South to North.
Highways are the arteries
Of America,
Pumping its heartblood.
Trains chug, trucks rule roads.
Metamorphosis,
As palms become pines,
“A”s become broader.
Sun becomes smokestacks,
Still,
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,
Tiptoeing,
One step, one mile, at a time.
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Wonderful poem for July 4! Thank you!
Thank you so much for reading and leaving your words Ruth!
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.
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.
Thank you, Annette
Thank you & appreciate you Jim!