I hope that I shall never see
a big roadblock that's a tree
Should I not see one at all
I'll make it again to a mall
But if I hit this tree so big
I'll spend time in the brig
It is hectic driving places
Where we might lose faces
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
M
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Larry
Carole~