In the world of
black and white,
there is . . .
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On The Road
By
Jennifer Hill
Alone
in my car
With
the music taking
All
of my cares and thoughts
Away
Driving
on the road
And
dreaming of the bands
Of
Indians and settlers
Clashing
and freezing in the
Snow
Star
Trek at warp speed
And
the flakes are the stars
Blowing
horizontal past my windshield
My
headlights lighting their way
And
mine through to another
Dimension
Another
world
Where
I am the great poet
The
great author
Who
writes words that
Touch
people so deeply
They
can’t speak
And
I smile
Wishing
I had a tape recorder
To
capture my thoughts
My
ideas
But
the flashing red and blue lights
Wake
me from my trance
And
I suddenly realize
It
was a hallucination
I
am just on the road.
Copyright©2000 Jennifer Hill