Watching As Life Goes By

Watching as Life Goes By
     By Dane A. Smith-Johnsen

The Interstate Traffic,
Composed of many folks,
Landscapes very graphic
In sun or when rain soaks.

People on vacation
Or driving fast to work
Going to the ocean
Sunbathing is the perk.

Don’t forget to mention
The meetings meant to sell.
Leaving for conventions.
To learn how to do well--

Children visit mothers.
And reminisce for fun.
Young sisters and brothers
Are quickly on the run.

Going here, going there
Doing this, doing that.
Maybe to a state fair
To judge a hog that's fat.

Birthdays, weddings, parties!
Gone shopping very fast.
As busy as a bee,
Too long, such rushing lasts!

Meanwhile, cows in pastures.
Watch many cars go by.
Partaking nature lures.
Greeting the bright blue sky.

Likewise in the woodlands,
With the Interstate nigh-
Watching, I hold God's hand.
With peace, while life goes by.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 8, 2009 at 7:35 AM
Your last verse is the totality of your poem.. if we all did that life would be a breeze... did u get my "list" .. sent it to your aol e mail... am going to post it now.. happy Sunday ... enjoyed so much.. Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
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November 8, 2009 at 4:14 AM
I enjoyed reading thank you Dane Ann. Love, Carol
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November 7, 2009 at 11:50 AM
I wish i was that cow away from the hussling buzzling life.. great poem..if we could stop for a minute and think..Charma
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November 7, 2009 at 7:34 AM
Oh, that last verse Dane Ann... oh, that last verse....beautiful and wisdom-filled (as is the rest) - Tim
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