Thursday, March 19, 2009
A Man Named Douglas
Oh there's a few rocks in the road
and one knocked my tire loose
all i can do is drive in fear
just a few more minutes here
I need a mechanic
but where can i find
someone who knows the time
The words are not here
the pain is so clear
all I can do is drive
With this banging and clicking right under my feet
my souls grow weary
over the mountains
through the streams
while the rain pours from the sky
Just a few meters ahead I'm told
I will find a man named douglas
one look and he knew
I needed new shoes
©scott garrette 2009
Labels:
art,
car repair,
driving,
mountain road,
nature,
new shoes,
poetry,
souls,
travel
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Excellent poem and painting, love the rhyme and fluidity!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and the painting is so appropriate.
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