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Highway 473 Visited

Updated on July 14, 2012

Rolling meadows and green hills
The water receding before me
A curtain blowing in the wind
The rain washed winding road of tranquility
Cleansing the ghostly plains
As the hurt of the estranged carpet
Rises to receive a kiss from the clouds
A canvas living to please an artist
Long may a flat lonely field lay
With a star spangled colored sky
Standing proudly over memories
Of sacrifice and painful cry
The past lies in state
With stories of the old west
Granting passage to expectation
As memory remains at rest
If you can possibly know
Of my love for you
Can you become what I felt today
Can you become a serene view?
For what was always there
Asked nothing of the reflection in my eye
Yet gave everything
And waved as my life drove by

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      Mohan Kumar 4 years ago from UK

      This is beautiful in its visual majesty, suburban poet. It conjures up pastures where history has galloped past centuries after centuries... beautifully said.

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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Thank you Docmo... I appreciate it. Truly. It's just about the feeling we all get when we're out in the country and see the land as it was since the first day... no development... nothing but nature.... we need that.

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      raciniwa 4 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      wow...reminds me of the historical romance novels i read before...lush, green vegetations...

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      The Suburban Poet 4 years ago from Austin, Texas

      Hi raciniwa. Thank you. It's just something I wrote after a beautiful drive in the Texas Hill Country.

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