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The Passenger

City life turns to sparse assortments; Of local pubs and country homes. Tall brick walls fade into fences; Amongst hedgerows and mossy stones. Crowded bustle soon lowers its pace; Those now free, move unconfined. Only thoughts spent are of contentment, Peaceful surroundings heal the mind. As roads turn to paths unbeaten, Dipping and climbing, alongside the fields. Views everchanging, revelling new pastures, Filled full of beauty from treasures they yield. Awaking from the brief city escape, Thoughts soon creep back to the hubbub. Before it all end though, the passenger pleads, Can we go for a pint at the pub?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 6/26/2025 2:16:00 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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Date: 3/2/2020 6:55:00 AM
Sarah Clarke, this is an orchestra of the revelers world in an increasingly urbanising context. I am glad I read this one today.
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