| Rural Road |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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Crunch! says the gravel Under the wheel, Screech! say the tires As they begin to peel. The savory sweet scent, Through an open window wafts. As does the sound of a blackbird, Who cackles and laughs. The wind whips around the car, Like hurricane winds do blow. Trees gently sway, Like pendulums, to and fro. A bright sun peeks from behind a cloud, Glinting, gleaming, in the glass. I say goodbye to this mystical place, As the openness starts to pass. Entering the city, we’re welcomed, By a harsh, rumbling clatter. Leaving behind a dwelling of peace, And all that really matters. |
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