Summer at its goal
We travel, a pack of four, through the usual roads
Covered in billboards
To commence into a journey quite quaint
We overcome the silence as conversation
Misfortunate; the very force engages us into conflict
Might it be the weather, drastically leading to grimace
I try and break tension, alas!
Reached a place far beyond returning
Shaking my head as I plug in my headphones
Before the music picks beat, I could detect depressed raucous around
Eventually, the impulsive rants no longer haunt my tranquil
Thoughtless; looking outside the window,
My mind catches pace
Gazing, allowing me to sense nature afar as it passes by the vehicle's motion
The thickening traffic clinches me back to reality
We stop.
Anger present on the tip of my tongue, ready to launch
Just before lift off, a cornfield at left captures my sight
A young lad, barely of age 8, shooing the corn-pecking crows
I narrow my vision for proper observation
Blasted birds taking his vulnerability into advantage
Until, a farmer, sturdy and tall, leads them to higher ground
His face, scarred, carries the lad onto his trembling shoulders
I broaden my sight, smiling while unblocking my eardrums
The smile remains, as I catch the company around me fixated on the same scene.
