L Milton Hankins Poet Rhyme

Passing Through Iowa

Road noises rise like precautionary tales
Heat shimmering on the roadway ahead
Straight as an arrow from past to future
Seen through tunnels of unharvested grain
Punctuated by power-producing windmills
Turning slowly, nowhere signs of coming rain
Occasionally a railroad crossing suture
Strange dialect of north Fargo in my head
While lone tractor loads rolled hay bales

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Brian Strand's "Your Choice" Poetry Contet
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written August 22, 2021
(using my reverse rhyming
technique)

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Gershon Wolf August 24, 2021 at 8:42 PM Awesome poesy, Milt. Positively Carl-Sandburg-like. Superior ink! ~ gw L Milton Hankins August 24, 2021 at 9:20 PM Thank you so much, Gershon. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Jenna Logan August 23, 2021 at 2:33 PM Rail tracks do resemble sutures. Nice metaphor, Milt. L Milton Hankins August 23, 2021 at 4:34 PM Thanks so much, Jenna. Yeah, they do...sort of.

Tom Cunningham August 23, 2021 at 2:22 PM I just worked it out Milton, cleverly done. Tom L Milton Hankins August 23, 2021 at 4:38 PM Thank you, Tom. I'm glad you got it all worked out. For some unknown reason I do lots of these "reverse rhyme" poems. They seem to come natural to me.