Ain't That America ... A Poem
I didn't think I would write any more poetry for Hubpages. I don't know the kind of poetry they support or their requirements in terms of length. It's rather confusing. But the other day, a friend asked me what I thought freedom in America meant. I told him that I'd have to get back to him. Then I remembered a road trip I took years ago. This is what I came up with.
From Jersey to Frisco, we roamed.
The days were sinewed and lithe,
Bright as a diamond sun
And no less perfect.
Night followed us like a friend...
Where tomorrow was just a word
And the guileless streams
Of light and rain
Fell straight as pins.
In the roundness of that moment to moment,
Sight and sound became touch,
The gathering of smile and sorrow,
Over thousands of miles
Breath joined breath --
Both stranger and friend --
Curious, hopeful and boundless.
'Pink Houses' - John Mellencamp
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