Miles Apart - Poem by Blaine Strong
I was walking down an old paved road. The paint was faded and the lines crooked. So was I.
I left my troubles in Oak Ridge looking for answers on a cool august night.
Desperate for work I blister my hand for pall malls and bud light.
Looking for friends in a lakeside community sandy yards and palm trees.
Alligators and grass seemed to be the only peace.
A little lot on 473 where I laid my head knowing nothing but the Florida moonlight overhead.23 fighting to make ends meet. Late night conversations with an old friend she's like a sister. God knows I love and miss her.750 miles away in the corn and hay I still feel the chiggers. Smell the honey suckles growing on the barbed wire. Alone and tired I fight to create a home, new life, little happy babies a kind and caring wife.
Call me insane call me sinful I don't care.
The real pain is waking in the morning and noone is there.....
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