Observations
Today is a yellow day
everything is so blaze’
I’m sure to have my way
If I don’t have much to say.
We snip, we snarl then
it’s makeup time.
The next few moments
are so sublime.
The trees fly by stately
in their own way.
I’m sure if they could talk
they’d have a lot to say.
Oh, this new highway
already in need of repair.
Their heavy load indeed
a loathsome burden I swear.
I see the farms have
already been plowed
the fruits of labor
always well endowed.
Another trip goes down in history
another poem get writ by me
and the world goes round just as before
yet changed, different forever more.
Charles G. Henderson
Feb. 25, 2020
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2020
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