Signs That Lead Nowhere
Nature skips and dances like a clown
Nature looks upon us with a frown
Hats on our heads boots on our feet
Colorful banners parading in the street.
The splendor of the morning heightened
And exhale the wrath of nature’s fears
The earth opens its bleeding gut
And whisper words of comfort in our ears
Words of solace brought us to tears.
We set out on a buoyant journey
Armed with strength and valor
Saddled with faith and bold action
A thousand strong, courage in our hands
We marched and sing a victory song.
We marched into municipality and towns
We paraded inner cities and strong garrison
We advance through beautiful homes
Striding upon rough spots and stumbling upon
fraudulent properties with ghastly surprise.
We tread upon down a slow running stream
With rocks embedded uniformly in river beds,
Rocks staring at us reading their own eulogy
Lay still with water running slowly over
their battered heads.
Nature brought us to a specific lot
with signs pointing to unusual spots
Each place has a trace that leads to nowhere
barren land and dead end spot it was only a plot.
Signs hang miserable on trees,
Signs planted in-between broken fences
Deceiving weary travelers and busy hikers.
Signs pointing to a grand exhibition on a farm land
Took us in a round about through the busy town
but no exhibition was found.
We followed another sign but it leads us to a
dilapidated house surrounded by beautiful homes
And a signs that says "park" landed us in the dark
We stormed through the suburbs pulling out deceptive signs
Piecing our own design and finally we seized the brutal mastermind.
©2014 Christine Phillips
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2014
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