Road Trip
Rolling down the dusty unmade road
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed
Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed
written 08/18/2013
contest Road Trip
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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