Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

Looking Southwest


Traveling down that red dirt road
Looking toward the southwest
Out in the middle of nature
The place that I love best

Driving past a field of cows
They were just standing there
Chewing their cuds and gazing off
Seem to feel life was quite fair

Drove by an old windmill
It sure had seen better days
Blades kind of hanging sadly
But nothing can forever stay

It was the most relaxing time
I’ve had in a while I must confess
Traveling down that red dirt road
As I continued to look southwest!

Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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