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Scott Sedita Poem
Skies vibrate with strange cloud formations,
To the calamitous thunder of the v-twins powered best.
The trees give up their last held golden jewels,
As they awaIt their oncoming, slow winters rest.
The motors wind, and so does the road
Twisting past stones as the placid pools run.
They shimmer with light, their blinding reflection,
of the soon to be setting, blazoned, autumn sun.
Through pockets of cool fall shards of leaves,
We cut through the wind and power through day.
The blue skies above in this tunnel of color,
We rise and we fall, as the road has her way.
The gentle curves and noble hills,
await and greet ushere, as we arrive.
They open their arms and cradle us dear,
Just a small reminder, to know were alive.
The palate is vast and rich with light,
An unbridled beauty, so deep and so clear.
If any new color, did ever exist...
Theres no doubt, indeed, you would find it right here.
So Fear not the destination which someday awaits,
The importance and purpose of these things Ive showed.
The journey's what matters, those twists and the turns,
Believe it or not, God lives on the road.
Copyright © Scott Sedita | Year Posted 2016
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