Crickets on Main StA Poem by Allen SmucklerSolo Journey to sweet Virginia...Skyline Drive1 listen
to the silence of night and
the sounds of the crickets; away
from the city the
strikes and the pickets- 2 night
has fallen on
the big meadow children
running to and fro; crickets
churning gas
lights burning, tranquil
nighttime here
at last. Papst
Blue Ribbon near
the end; sandman
time around
the bend. 3 The
Rolling Stones Exile
on Main Street Sweet
Virginia side
one-cut one right on..... © 2011 Allen SmucklerAuthor's Note
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18 Reviews Added on April 17, 2011 Last Updated on July 27, 2011 AuthorAllen SmucklerSarasota, FLAboutI'm a poet, a singer, a peaceful gunslinger.. looking to share my poetry..and a little bit of me...if I dare I 've been writing since I was 18.... am slightly older now, and still trying to fin.. more..Writing
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