Rambling Man
I rocked along
a rolling countryside
smirking and winking
into the eyes of a
simple rambling
man.
Simplicity...
the mommentary
answer to cure
the raccous chaos
that mingles from
the complicated
clutter of
memmories mass.
Soft eyes with out
a clumsy tangle
of past's nets.
Simple, small
town, nation
travelin niave,
simply innocent
and sweet,
Sweet as the summer
corn that rides
the illuminated
illinois horizon.
The stalks
reaching cobs
into the sunset
straining and
growing roots
into damp earth.
Copyright © Meghan Marshall | Year Posted 2007
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