Farewell New England;
old England awaits, flights booked
we’re on our way home.
by Scooj
Farewell New England;
old England awaits, flights booked
we’re on our way home.
by Scooj
Ancient encrusted
survivor of Earthly time
washed up on the shore.
by Scooj
The stillness reaches
into my soul; once again
I can breathe easy.
by Scooj
Abundant green growth
shares the trackside with discards
and bold graffiti.
by Scooj
A restful moment
snatched from the frenetic jaws
of the Big Apple.
by Scooj
A New World welcome,
overwhelming heat follows
air conditioning.
by Scooj
Euphoric comes close
to describing how I feel
this very moment.
by Scooj
So euphoric in fact that I goofed again on syllables…all better now.
Forty winks snatched high
in the air, hidden from the
wreckless crowd below.
by Scooj
In the shadow of
the leaning tower, homeless
people sleep in tents.
by Scooj
In pebble dash fields
Spring lambs frolic unaware
of the urban sprawl.
by Scooj