Passing thought
I look to the cracks in those old 1800 wooden bars
On the highways
That are endless
And connect
In those days
When
The glimmer of hope was
For your next adventure
In a new town
And the excitement
Of a new delight
Food….
But I think of those cracks
Tiny cracks
In the wood
Sitting there
Moment after moment
Day after day
Month after month
Year after year
Decade after decade
Century after century
I see the light shining
The afternoon
The afternoon glow
Golden glow
Shining in through the window
I see the old inhabitants
Their hats
Their spurs
Their hats
Their shoes
Their hats
Their boots
I long for those cracks
In the wood
In those places
Of my memories mind
Of my minds memory
Gentle memory
Soft memory
Longing memory
Beautiful afternoons
On those getaways
On those weekend excursions
Of adventure
And love
And ease
And joyful ness and times
Iong ago
and dream
and think
of those
cracksssss
Sitting there,
As I lay here tonight
Sitting as they are
tomorrow
And inviting and receiving more getaway seekers and easeful minds and peaceful joyful enjoyment
