I want to live
on an old dirt road,
with a serpentine grass-spine
that chiropractors can’t fix, where
ringtones download from wind song,
and critters leave prints,
not carcasses.
I want the sun
to teach me how to wear a straw hat,
daylight and dusk
the only hands on my clock,
and shoe leather
that reports the weather
every time a stone’s kicked in the ruts.
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Whew! If you didn't come up with a new poem soon, I was going to go stir crazy! :) And you didn't disappoint. This is classic Pat Paulk: image-rich with folksy undertones, reflective, and unusual.
wow! i think this is now my favourite so far!
I like it! ringtones from wind song, weather via shoe leather...
You have a way of using words that makes me re-think their meaning. Very nice.
Ok, yeah, straw hat sunshine lessons, I could do that! Loved it Pat!
It is a wonderful life to live. This poem reminds me of my Father. Thanks Pat.
a lot to "see" in this one!
Pat, you need to go read my late Wednesday post -- it would take too long to tell you were!:)
Celestial, truly celestial!
neat stuff:)
I want those too...
I like this alot pat :)
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