On a cloudy gray
Late fall day,
I spontaneously decide
To take an old-country drive...
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Now tell me - It was really just a crow? Ha-ha. Read mine - Sunshine's World - Adeline
The blackbirds in this poem is the magic touch, I think. :)
Firstly thanks... Enjoyed the old country ride like being sat with you ending with the blackbird in the sky...regards
a very nice poem. I felt as if i accompanied the poet in the journey.such a vivid description and enjoyed it
Such a lovely poem Smoky, i was almost with you as you drove down that country lane.Great poem.
So compelling and captivating that it holds one's interest all the way to the end. Well done my friend!
Wow what a wonderfully nostalgic trip. I have felt the very same way at times. Feathered Parishioners is a line that I will long remember, you have created a masterpiece Smokey. God Bless. Juan
What an enchanting poem! ! Yes, I too wonder what became of them. I have enjoyed the drive. Constance Thanks for the great comment.
vivid and sad imagery, but just like your line, if you feel lonely in a crowded place, go and find peace and nice life to where you have been on your ride.
SO beautiful- a favorite of mine. I love your style-