Best Hwy Poems

Epitaph – Eulogy
BY
Linda Blair

This man, lying here in state – DEAD – lives.
His aged soul - but not his heart – he gives
to me –...

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Dragon likes secrets but can’t keep them… UH UH! No way!
But he’s also, often confused by what he sees every single day.
Now he got interested...

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Twas a little piece of heaven in a bigger spot of hell,
Nestled in the bosom of the Sierra Nevadas.
I wasn't sure just what planet I...

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I applaud you, my homeland...this Golden State!
From Coronado Island...to the Golden Gate

We live on the edge of a continent...
With masses of land that stretch out...

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"He made a difference."

Gramps, my mother's father, 
Dave Luke -- my grandfather, 
a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) 
Louisiana man -- was born August 1888....

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Driving down on Hwy.72 on my usual Sunday excursion,
the rain was pelting down in thin lines of curtains,
was listening to and enjoying my favorite radio...

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Warning: If you are bothered by road rage,
of if you have ever been a victim of road rage,
or if you and I are giving each...

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I wrote this orphan poem to see if the infamous Australian musician Paul Kelley can torn it into a song.  Many have tried and...

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I had another 'Robbie' moment yesterday. One of my appointments was in Henagar to inspect the County Coroners truck that hit a deer. Well I...

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Hwy...

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As a significant day approaches, I thought about 49,
But before today, I never dwelt so much upon 49.
I never knew my soul was so permeated...

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hwy 93 glides up into
the misty grey 
where billowing black
shifting clouds
shroud the moon
like pirate sails

wheels and metal
destined for what is
forever slipping away

yet drawing nigh

so gentle...

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My wife and I have spent a good deal of our lives living between the city limit signs of one metropolis or another. As urban...

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