You can tell when you travel a certain road
What direction you are going
The sound, the smell and surroundings
And what could possibly be flowing
Whether oil wells are in motion or silent
I’ve seen them all ‘cross country
They seem to have some authority
And are very exciting to me
Windmills too when in movement
Or even when they’re totally still
Are important and so meaningful
There’s a special position they fill
And Red Dirt roads are beautiful
How I love the sun gleaming down
Oil Wells and windmills on Red dirt Roads
Have such distinctive looks and sounds!
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Things that a normal eye does'nt appreciate poems out of them the poets create they see, smell and travel too the roads seen and traveled by me and you.. the oil wells, red dirt and the windmill the moments of rush and time standing still they capture it all for me and you the poets...our friends true....