Finding The Unusual Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding The Unusual



Riding down the highway, watching landscapes carefully,
looking for extraordinary sights that may be hidden
from other people's view.

Looking into trees along the way, seeing a bird perched
near the top of a tree, sitting upon a branch watching
traffic below.

Loving to see this lovely sight that probably no one
else will ever see or notice, just this mere poet who's
always finding the unusual.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017
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