When I hear that lonesome whistle and the rattle of a train
it sets my mind to wand'ring that old feeling rushes in.
The night is filled with wonder as the heavens come alive
a quiet peace consumes my soul beneath the starry skies.
I've heard the wistful coyote while she's howling at the moon
and know I'm born to ramble I can sense it in my bones.
The spirit in me rises when southern breezes blow
I yearn to feel the clouds of dust soft between my toes.
Across an open meadow where the honeysuckle blooms
evening shadows whisper to my always restless mind.
When darkness closes in at night I see myself in dreams
and hear the distant highway like it's calling out my name.
I've seen the silent hungry eyes in bars along the way
wasted on Tequila straight with nothing much to say.
I found romantic interludes in the arms of one night stands
fulfilling for the moment yet empty in the end.
While passing through Atlanta in the chilly lights of dawn
the judge said thirty days and slammed his gavel down.
Surrounded by these cold grey walls still tangled up with gin
the loss of hope and freedom lay heavy on my mind.
I'm shackled to the mem'ries of those I left behind
a legacy of leaving and a burden to my friends.
I'll stay the course 'til one fine day my race is finally run
and spend the rest of time an island in the sun.
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I liked this... I'm a long distance runner.
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Extremely well done. Lyrical rhythm and meter right the way through. Even with a lousy voice such as mine , i could sing this poem and enjoy doing it. I think you left out "on" in the last line.
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Such perfect meter with lyrical lines, could be a perfect country-western song! I enjoyed, actually, the irregular "rhymes" -- very distinctive. Enjoyed it very much, a good read!
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Creative, mysterious, and beautiful. Wonderful imagery. My favorite parts were definitely the fourth stanza and the last stanza. Nice job.
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Wow
On a gin run-fine ladies of the night. Far away in the dark engines reving up and down. ...always restless.
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The night is filled with wonder as the heavens come alive
a quiet peace consumes my soul beneath the starry skies.
very beautiful, lonely, longing imagery.
I think you wrote this wonderfully.
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A very fine write, indeed. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one with us. Again, well done. -
Wow!
Sounds like the story of Woody Guthrie....
Just superb.
I would have to rewrite the entire piece to show what part I enjoyed.
Thats why the moon over your head and the road beneath your feet are so important.
Peace gypsy brother,
LOWELL POE
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All I can say this is one excellent poem. At times I say I am leaving AP for greener pastures but then a poem like this, that I can so relate to, brings a smile and stay of execution.
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