Side road cedar trees remind me of cannabis buds,
Just like seeing faces in clouds or bubble bath suds,
The passing scenery inveigles my senses elevating me,
As I follow a nonsensical route from small town to eternity,
Birds and small creatures cheer me on from gravelly sidelines,
Double ditches a safety net along meandering confines,
There need not be a destination programmed into gps,
For a poets mind wanders the world carefree and aimless,
These country lanes are a haven of worship in my eyes,
Each day plays different music leading to a new surprise,
And at the end of each journey I look skywards in the driveway,
My creator nods and winks pleased I found a way to pray.
Farls Tokley
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Bark Has Bite feat. Carbuncles
PoetryA mixed bag, next handful a whole new ball game. This collection of poems was born from Sunday drives with parents as a kid and doing the same with my son. It's fun to listen to our favourite music and watch the scenery fly by. As a teenager and yo...
