In a Childhood Zone
I grew up as a child
near a freeway construction zone
Took many an afternoon naps
lullabied by the sound of machinery drone
And to this very day
when I hear the sounds of construction going on,
my eyes get heavy
and my ears take flight into the childhood zone
It’s the peaceful sounds of machines
playing the freeway song
Hypnotic sounds of machines droning on and on:
Jackhammers ... pounding drums staccato style
Drills ... metallic violins heard for miles
Bulldozers ... cymbals crashing ground piles
Dump trucks ... horns blasting engine shouts
Sweet transformative sounds,
slinging me across the vale of time
Young freeway dreams
taking me faraway to a future yet unseen
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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