Whenever I am hungry
and longing
for a return from
smog and smoke and all these
damned cars
Whenever I can't remember
or can't stand to remember
what trees smell like,
unadulterated by
our bustling
When I get tired with
my laptop
my girlfriend
the television my
trappings and coils
All I need to do
is think towards that
alabaster
athabasca
air
And plunge into an animated
stupor of sweet
reminiscence
A contest entry
- Let's Keep it Country by davidwright.
600 points, ended June 5, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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That's a great sentiment. I've felt it many many times myself. Thanks for your entry.
David Wrigh -
The contest is closed for judging which may take two or three days. My thanks to each of you for your entry. Happy trails.
David Wrigh
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