Pockets Of Insanity Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Pockets Of Insanity



Highway cluttered with trucks and
Men in top hats and orange vest,
Everything is a mess,
Long lines for more than a mile with
Traffic moving so slow you want to pull
Out your hair.

The road is rough and long, with signs
warning, 'Bumps'...Go Slow!
Some folks turn around when there is
A chance opening when you can go on or turn back
For another way to escape the madness.
Ah, but in in a few days the roads will be brand new,
Sleek, smooth and black heading home for some and heading
For far away places for others, as this is the main road to
Many cities going 360 west, speed limit 60.

Traffic jams will stop and we will notice
Fall's trees again,
Alive in heaven picked colors, oange, red, purple, yellow-green
Painting the scene as we drive hurriedly by and sigh with
Happiness, good roads and God's painted
Beautiful oaks, pines, spruce, and every other kind of tree
While squirrels unaware dart everywhere and scattered leaves
Do as they please.

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Driving home one afternoon after which this poem had to be written...
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