the way home

the way home

A Poem by annie lee
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rengö

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this road -- the S curves,

the pot-holes, narrow shoulder,

tree roots that buckle

the asphalt, that oak that leans

so menacingly, shrouding

the path with shadows

and slapping branches, stinging

my face -- but I know

this road: its bumps and curves,

I am on it til the end.

© 2014 annie lee


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ooooooooo I love your metaphor...the perilous road of life...but we get to where we maneuver pretty well through it...we get accustomed to the potholes, and are able to veer enough, just enough that they don't break our axle..and we can keep driving.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

but I know
this road: its bumps and curves,
I am on it til the end.

It's all in the manoeuvring.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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annie lee
annie lee

Prunedale, CA



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I'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..

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A Poem by annie lee