The Trip, a poem by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher at Spillwords.com
Urtimud 89

The Trip

The Trip

written by: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

 

She flies on four wheels,
exceeding the limit of speed posted.
Not so much as to attract unwanted attention,
yet enough to get her to her destination as fast as possible.

In her purple cardigan, her neck wound
with a purple scarf, a gift from her chosen sister friend;
she speeds along in her new used car on her journey
to get to a place she has not seen for many years.

Shrouded mountains with their caps covered in snow,
welcome her return with glistening excitement.
Valleys filled with hay and corn dip their countenance
to the majestic mountains beyond.

The terrain shifts from dark green to light,
from dense to sparse where the trees
and ground reflect that same Earthen hue
of flattened out rusty red and gold.

Her heart beats wildly and her soul soars,
the little automobile carries her
further and further away,
but closer and closer to home.

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