Just An Old Hippie
Rooted like a tree-
head in the clouds, wings on thoughts
waiting for the storm
to break on my back,
testing the dry sand, looking
for rocks of ages-
now far far away,
singing the twelve bar blues songs
you taught me to sing-
I am much older
inside than I might appear
to be, and my roots
do show my true age.
August 31, 2012 11:22 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.