Crickets on Main St

Solo Journey to sweet Virginia...Skyline Drive

1

                           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.....

 

Author's Note

The journey begins...
August 28, 1972
Photo: Manhatten Beach, CA .. August 2007 (nothing to do with the poem...'cept away from the city, the strikes and the pickets)

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

Observing it all from a peaceful quiet place... Nice Allen..x

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

The imagery takes me right to the scene :)

[WindSong]

Great poetry-I enjoyed reading!

[VelvetRosetta]

Sort of reminded me like I was waiting for tickets to one of the greastest concerts to witness...Rolling Stones and Papst Blue Ribbon, my kind of poem!

[Thea]

Excellent imagery...And the picture is beautiful as well. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A saddened sense of longing and surged feeling, a deep search for self worth and pity, I love you sense of occasion and power, well written, good job.

this is totally amazing! I like it